I can feel the Earth move beneath my feet. I am not The Doctor. A piece of me still feels him there, and my Rose can feel it, too. We both long for those stars we both can only dream about, but there can be so much more to find in dreams.
Donna Noble sees a face – more like a blur, really. Who is this man? Why is she seeing him, and why does he smile when he cries?
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