The alternative is that this is for real… and it’s time for us to become friends again.
You think so?
I don’t know. That’s the trouble with hope. It's hard to resist.
She had to die so I could save them. Isn’t that what you do? Anything to save them… even murder?
The Doctor stared through Missy, His eyes stormier than the clouds gathering above.
'Yes. it’s what I do. I’m sorry you had to learn it that way.'
I had a friend once. We ran together when I was little. I thought we were the same. But when we grew up... we weren't. Now she's trying to tear the world apart, and I can't run fast enough to hold it together!
It could only be a sunday morning. Newspapers, coffee, toast. The Doctor sits opposite Missy, reading a supplement. A thought occurs.
'We had a sword fight once. I enjoyed that.'