There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, the sea’s asleep and the rivers dream. People made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice, and somewhere else the tea’s getting cold. Come on Ace! We’ve got work to do.
The Seventh Doctor.
Last words of the classic series. (via bijane
[Ace] craned her neck to see where the Doctor was. He was at the far end of the platform leading a group of octogenarians in a rousing singsong of music hall favorites. The man who had fought some of the most heinous terrors of the universe was conducting an off-key choir with a stick of rhubarb. Ace didn’t dare to think where he’d found that. Someone pulled out a harmonica and began to play, and Ace groaned as the Doctor hauled his spoons from his pocket and began to provide a clattering accompaniment.