Two thousand years, Rory. You won't even sleep; you'd be conscious every second. It would drive you mad.
Will she be safer if I stayed? Look me in the eye and tell me she wouldn't be safer.
Then how could I leave her?
I don't know how to express my love for Rory Williams in ways that don't spoil Doctor Who. Unoriginal title, unoriginal situation, but this one exchange left me in dire need of tissues even before the episode's halfway point. Six hours
, one layer, reference, texture.
Doctor Who is now a thing that I am slowly working into the summer (though I did start rather disjointedly with Series 5).