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banished_dame) wrote2008-11-22 06:12 pm
banished_dame) wrote2008-11-22 06:12 pm
[CT] 40.5 - Special Locations
If you wanted I could try to run a list of places. Sort them out alphabetically, maybe by the time we spent there, or the lack of time we spent there. I could put them in top to bottom order of least likely to return to since he ended up on the wrong side of things, or I ended up saying the wrong sort of things.
We've gone to thousands of places, and been through all sorts of times. The past, present and future are all things that have some sort of meaning to me. I'm not collecting trinkets from them all, mean he's got entire rooms of things he'll probably never actually look at again, I'm not adding to that. I don't even take too many memories of them either, the usual I guess? Hung off a cliff wall, ate something that turned my tongue purple, had a lovely tea? Sort of blends a bit after time I guess. Not that I have that sort of time to compare to his either. Still there are places that stand out. Things we've done and seen that I know I'll never be able to see again. No second chances at seeing the Earth die, no do-overs available for watching out for Clock Men to come back from the past. I remember that, I remember a lot of it actually, just not everything.
Special places are scattered through the universes and the timelines of a hundred different things that could've happened. I don't have to look too far though because the constant for me is right here. Well not here, because this is my room and while I've fallen out of this bed more times than I'd care to count I mean here in the TARDIS.
Actually out the hall, turn left, take the stairs and then down the corridor through the entryway and out into the console room. There, right there actually before the doors open, when he's in his own way of thinking, trying to pick out one of those special locations he's seen before, but just not with me, and not like this.
They're all special sure, but when it's over and it's time to move on, we always end up in the same spot and I'd rather not say anything is more special than that.
We've gone to thousands of places, and been through all sorts of times. The past, present and future are all things that have some sort of meaning to me. I'm not collecting trinkets from them all, mean he's got entire rooms of things he'll probably never actually look at again, I'm not adding to that. I don't even take too many memories of them either, the usual I guess? Hung off a cliff wall, ate something that turned my tongue purple, had a lovely tea? Sort of blends a bit after time I guess. Not that I have that sort of time to compare to his either. Still there are places that stand out. Things we've done and seen that I know I'll never be able to see again. No second chances at seeing the Earth die, no do-overs available for watching out for Clock Men to come back from the past. I remember that, I remember a lot of it actually, just not everything.
Special places are scattered through the universes and the timelines of a hundred different things that could've happened. I don't have to look too far though because the constant for me is right here. Well not here, because this is my room and while I've fallen out of this bed more times than I'd care to count I mean here in the TARDIS.
Actually out the hall, turn left, take the stairs and then down the corridor through the entryway and out into the console room. There, right there actually before the doors open, when he's in his own way of thinking, trying to pick out one of those special locations he's seen before, but just not with me, and not like this.
They're all special sure, but when it's over and it's time to move on, we always end up in the same spot and I'd rather not say anything is more special than that.