 Space. Time. These are all places that I bind your mother. Travelling the infinite is something that I will forever hold near and dear to my heart, ever since I started mine. And it doesn't have to be good on a business card. I've had many faces, many lives. Some good, some bad. Some I apparently don't even remember. I still don't know how to feel about that, honestly. The truly beautiful thing about time is how unpredictable and incomprehensible it is. But at the same time it's traversable. At least it's traversable to me. Suck it in everyone else. Space. Space it. Space. Oh come on! Come on! You have to help me! Amy's trying to kill me again! Clara, you interrupted my monologue! But... It's monologue o'clock, Clara! But my life is in danger. Do you not even care? Do I care? Let's find out. Amy, she's in here! Come get her! You've sentenced me to death, you old fart! I'm climbing a river in possible tart! Right, back to it. Where was I? Oh my god, I've forgotten. Clara!