Dear Santa, Thank you for the dolls and pencils and fish. It’s Easter now, so I hope I didn’t wake you. But honest, it is an emergency. There’s a crack in my wall. Aunt Sharon says it’s just an ordinary crack but I know it’s not. Because at night there’s voices. So please, please could you send someone to fix it.
the universe is big. it’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. and sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.
My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes… But, at last I know where I am going, where I have always been going. Home. The long way around.
planets come and go. stars perish. matter disperses, coalesces, forms into other patterns, other worlds. nothing can be eternal.
I just know I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always, there’s the Doctor. Always I’m running to save the Doctor. Again and again and again. And he hardly ever hears me. But I’ve always been there. Right from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running.