Why does looking at your face… hurt so much? I’ve never seen you before, yet I feel like my brain, my heart, my whole being is about to explode. What’s happening?
It was supposed to be a completely different year. It was supposed to be before everything. Not your future, but your past. Oh, Donna…
How do you know my name and why are you talking gibberish? Who are you?
I’m the Doctor. And none of this should have happened. I… I am sorry, Donna. I am really, really sorry.
The pain. It’s getting stronger. Good thing you’re a GP then, innit? Help me, Doctor. Help me.