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I killed her.
Well, she is dead, but it's not the end of the world.
Doctor, it's you. How can it be you?
The question for now is...total event collapse means that every star
OK, tell us.
Mostly dead. The Pandorica can stasis-lock her that way.
- But that's the sun. - Is it?
It's exploding at every point in history.
Memories are more powerful than you think, and Amy Pond is not an ordinary girl.
No. Rory, no. Don't even think about it.
Don't panic. It's not your fault.
And that explosion blasted every atom in every moment of the universe,
- Where's it going to get that? - In about 2,000 years.
or-or-or asking if you were married?
- Shut up, it's my wedding. - Our wedding.
Come here, you.
Yes. Obviously.
So?
Your aunt is waiting for you there.
Who are you?
- Come on, the roof! - We can't leave you here, dead.
Ready now.
what in the name of sanity have you got on your head?
- The psychiatrists we sent her to! - I remember you!
Unless, of course, I strike pre-emptively.
What?
Are you married, River?
Well, it is the end of the world.
- Look at that! That's good, isn't it? - Not that! This way.
You're crying.
Listen to me, you have to run. I'm a thing. I'll kill you. Just go!
You know this is all just a story, don't you?
You have to remember.
You missed that.
Maybe a bit of tomorrow.
- Exterminate! - What's that?
Restore...!
Come on, Aunt Sharon.
Good on you, mate.
What happened to them?
Do you feel like you've forgotten something really important?
Where did she go?
it hardly seems a year...
Bye-bye, Pond.