Doctor:The girl who waited.Come here, you.It's funny.I thought if you could hear me, I could hang on somehow.Silly me.Silly old Doctor.When you wake up,you'll have a mum and dad...And you won't even remember me. Well, you'll remember me a little.I'll be a story in your head.But that's OK.We're all stories in the end.Just make it a good one, eh?Cos it was, you know.It was the best.A daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away.Did I ever tell you that I stole it?Well, I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back.Oh, that box, Amy.You'll dream about that box.It'll never leave you.Big and little at the same time.Brand new and ancient.And the bluest blue ever.And the times we had, eh?Woulda had...Never had.In your dreams, they'll still be there.The Doctor and Amy Pond.And the days that never came.The cracks are closing But they can't close properly until I'm on the other side.I don't belong here any more.I think I'll skip the rest of the rewind.I hate repeats...Live well. Love Rory. Bye bye, Pond. ....... -You're my mum. -Oh, my God. You're my mum. -Well, of course I'm your mum. -What's the matter with you? And this is your breakfast, -Which your father made, so feel free to tip it out of the window if it's an atrocity.Downstairs, 10 minutes? Big day! -Of course she's my mum. Why is that surprising? -Ah, Amelia.I fear I may have been using the same joke book as the best man. -You're my tiny little dad! -Amelia, why are you behaving as if you've never seen us before? - I don't know. It's just... ....... -Hello! 'Do you feel like you've forgotten something really important?' -Do you feel like there's a great big thing in your head,and you feel like you should remember it, but you can't? -Yep. -Are you just saying yes cos you're scared of me? - 'Yep. ' - I love you. -'Yep.'I mean, I love you too! .......-Ladies and gentlemen, the father of the bride, Augustus Pond! -Sorry, everyone.I'll be another two minutes. I'm just reviewing certain aspects. -Your father, Amelia, will be the absolute death of me.Unless, of course, I strike pre-emptively. -Amy? -You OK? -Yeah, I'm fine. I'm...fine. -Right. Er... -You're crying. -So I am. Why am I doing that? -Because you're happy, probably. -Happy Mrs Rory. Happy, happy, happy. -No. -I'm sad.I'm really, really sad. -Great. -Why am I sad?What's that? -Oh, er, someone left it for you.A woman. -But what is it? -It's a book. -It's blank. -It's a present. -But why? -Well, you know the old saying.The old... wedding... thing. -Huh?Amy? ....... -Ready now.Sorry about that.Last-minute adjustments to certain aspects.Now then,it hardly seems a year......at the age of six and announced that the new headteacher wasn't real because she looked like a cartoon. -Shut up, Dad! - Amy? - Amelia? -Sorry, but shut up, please!There's someone missing... someone important.Someone so, SO important. -Amy, what's wrong? -Sorry.Sorry, everyone.But when I was a kid,I had an imaginary friend. -Oh no, not this again. -The raggedy Doctor. My raggedy Doctor.But he wasn't imaginary.He was real. -The psychiatrists we sent her to! -I remember you!I remember! -I brought the others back, -I can bring you home, too.Raggedy man, I remember you,and you are late for my wedding!...I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would.That's why you told me the story...the brand new, ancient blue box.Oh, clever. Very clever. -Amy, what is it? -Something old.Something new.Something borrowed.Something blue..... -It's the Doctor!How did we forget the Doctor?I was plastic. He was the stripper at my stag. Long story. -OK, Doctor. Did I surprise you th