“Doctor!” she shouts, only she’s not shouting; it just feels like she is, because her words are close and made of breath and breath is made of life and life is made of Amy—or is it the other way around? “You’ve come back.”
“I always do,” he informs her, and it is true, even in the end it is true, because it is she who does not come back for him.

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