"I have, of course, yes," Amy parrots in a rather stuffy tone of voice.
Sorry, John. She can be a bit petulant, but there's still delight on her face.
"I could tell you stories about the Doctor, the Daleks, Winston Churchill and me, shall I?" she adds a moment later, though she's already on to the next thing before she even has a chance to continue.
She spins to face him again.
"Her," she confirms with a confident little nod, practically beaming at him; "you see, in a different world, maybe even a different universe, I have a best friend who calls himself the Doctor, and he flies around in a beautiful blue box he calls the TARDIS, and he saves people ... and I help him."
She's rather proud of that.
"So welcome, Doctor, to This Is Your Life," she adds, stretching her arms out.
"Or Could've Been Your Life, a hop, skip, and a jump over the timelines."
of course, it would help if I wasn't slow as treacle, wouldn't it? sorry for disappearing!
Sorry, John. She can be a bit petulant, but there's still delight on her face.
"I could tell you stories about the Doctor, the Daleks, Winston Churchill and me, shall I?" she adds a moment later, though she's already on to the next thing before she even has a chance to continue.
She spins to face him again.
"Her," she confirms with a confident little nod, practically beaming at him; "you see, in a different world, maybe even a different universe, I have a best friend who calls himself the Doctor, and he flies around in a beautiful blue box he calls the TARDIS, and he saves people ... and I help him."
She's rather proud of that.
"So welcome, Doctor, to This Is Your Life," she adds, stretching her arms out.
"Or Could've Been Your Life, a hop, skip, and a jump over the timelines."