Afterward by Amelia Williams.
Hello, old friend. And here we are, you and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we're gone, you won't be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don't be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There's a little girl waiting in a garden. She's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she's patient, the days are coming that she'll never forget. Tell her he'll go to sea and fight pirates. She'll fall in love with a man who'll wait 2,000 years to keep her safe. Tell her she'll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived and save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this how it ends.
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry
I'll come back
When you call me
No need to say goodbye
I will never forget you.
Cheer up, Ed. This is not goodbye. It's just I won't ever see you again.
«And so, Marty, I now say farewell|and wish you Godspeed. You've been a good, kind, and loyal friend to me... and you made a real difference in my life. I will always treasure our relationship and think of you with fond memories warm feelings and a special place in my heart. Your friend in time, Doc Emmett L. Brown. September 1, 1885.»
— I never knew I could write anything so touching.
— I know, it's beautiful.
Alex: — Now. You want to save your skin? Tell your daddy to call off the assault. Or I will set my brother onto you.
Emilie Warnock: — Dad?
Jeff Warnock: — Emilie, I'm here. Emilie? Are you okay? Can you hear me? Sweetheart?
Emilie Warnock: — Everyone's dead. Blow this dump out of the sky.
Without you so empty here
Like it was the winter of the year the whole
But you can see your star
I won't tell you."Bye"
Will not be able to say "good-Bye".