I don’t care about this Doctor
and your Family. I just want you to go. So, I’ve made my choice. You can have him. Just take it! Please, take him away. At last. Don’t think that’s saved your life! Family of mine… now we shall have the lives
of a Time Lord. It’s empty. -Where’s he gone?
-You tell me! Oh, I think the explanation
might be you’ve been fooled by a simple olfactory misdirection. A little bit like ventriloquism
of the nose. It’s an elementary trick
in certain parts of the galaxy. But it has got to be said, I don’t like
the look of that hydrokinometer. It seems to be indicating you’ve got
energy feedback all the way through the retro-stabilisers feeding back
into the primary heat converters. Oh! ‘Cause if there’s one thing
you shouldn’t have done, you shouldn’t have let me
press all those buttons. But, in fairness,
I will give you one word of advice. Run. Get out! Get out! He never raised his voice.
That was the worst thing. The fury of the Time Lord. And then we discovered why,
why this Doctor, who’d fought with Gods and Demons,
why he’d run away from us and hidden. He was being kind. He wrapped my father
in unbreakable chains, forged in the heart of a dwarf star. He tricked my mother into
the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy, to be imprisoned there… forever. He still visits my sister,
once a year, every year. I wonder if one day he might forgive her,
but there she is. Can you see her?
He trapped her inside a mirror. Every mirror. If ever you look at your reflection
and see something move behind you, just for a second… that’s her.
That’s always her. As for me, I was suspended in time
and the Doctor put me to work, standing over the fields of England
as their protector. We wanted to live forever. So, the Doctor made sure that we did.