The further adventures in time and space of the alien adventurer known as the Doctor and their companions from planet Earth.
Funny thing is, this means you've always known how I was going to die. All the time we've been together, you knew I was coming here. The last time I saw you, the real you — the future you, I mean — you turned up on my doorstep, with a new haircut and a suit. You took me to Darillium to see the singing towers. Oh, what a night that was! The towers sang and you cried. You wouldn't tell me why, but I suppose you knew it was time. My time. Time to come to the Library. You even gave me your screwdriver; that should've been a clue. There's nothing you can do.
– You can let me do this!
– If you die here, it'll mean I've never met you!
– Time can be rewritten!
– Not those times. Not one line! Don't you dare! It's okay. It's okay, it's not over for you. You'll see me again. You've got all of that to come. You and me, time and space. You watch us run!
– River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could.
– Hush, now — spoilers.
– Picnic at Asgard, Have we done Asgard yet?
– ...
– Obviously not. Blimey, very early days then. Oo! Life with a time traveller, never knew it could be such hard work. Um... Look at you. You're young.
– I'm really not, you know.
– Oh but you are. Your eyes! You're younger than I've ever seen you.
– You've seen me before then?
– Doctor, please tell me you know who I am.
– Who are you?
– Pretty Boy. With me, I said.
– Oh, I'm Pretty Boy.
– Yes. Oh, that came out a bit quick.
