Black tie…Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. It is! It’s the city of New New York! Strictly speaking, it’s the fifteenth New York since the original, so that makes it New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New New York. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Sweet, maybe… Passionate, I suppose… But don’t ever mistake that for nice. Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don’t tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother! There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They’re all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky.
Don’t you think she looks tired? What? What?! WHAT?! Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They’re all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. New-new-Doctor. Goodbye…my Sarah Jane! You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up ‘genocide’. You’ll find a little picture of me there, and the caption’ll read ‘Over my dead body’.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. What? What?! WHAT?! You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That’s the curse of the Time Lords. There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They’re all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. There’s something else I’ve always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! New-new-Doctor.
