In another version of reality you and I were best friends. We travelled together, we had adventures. Amelia Pond, you grew up with a time rift in the wall of your bedroom. You can see what others can’t. You can remember things that never happened.
You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and… and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.