- Me: Mom, I'm going to have 4 children.
- Mom: Why?
- Me: My first daughter will be named Stacy. I'll be Stacy's mom, and I shall have it going on. My first son will be named Luke. Then, my husband can say "Luke, I am your father." My second daughter will be named Narnia. Whenever I get her something, I'll proclaim, "For Narnia!" And my last son will be named Sparta. So then, when I introduce him I will announce "THIS IS SPARTA!"
- Mom: I have raised you well.
eleven glances one final time at clara, barely holding back the tears. as the golden mist surrounds his body, he winks and whispers geromino. he explodes, the tardis shaking and clara is thrown to the ground, wind rushing through her ears.
when it is silent, she looks up, to see a new doctor.
it is moffat.