When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all… grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.
This is one corner in one country in one continent, on one planet, that’s a corner of a galaxy, that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying, and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And this is so much, so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast.
I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away.
When I was a little girl I had an imaginary friend, and when I grew up, he came back.
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“If we get back in touch…”
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5.01 The Eleventh Hour: “Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of the box, man eats fish custard and look at you… just sitting there.”
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