jean... DOCTOR: I could be a curator. Id be great at curating. Id be the Great Curator. I could retire and do that. I could retire and be the curator of this place. CURATOR: You know, I really think you might. (Yes, that is the current silver haired version of the fourth Doctor you just heard. Theres Tom, leaning on a walking stick.) DOCTOR: I never forget a face. CURATOR: I know you dont. And in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few. But just the old favourites, eh? (The Doctor winks.) CURATOR: You were curious about this painting, I think. I acquired it in remarkable circumstances. What do you make of the title? DOCTOR: Which title? Theres two. No More or Gallifrey Falls. CURATOR: Oh, you see, thats where everybodys wrong. Its all one title. Gallifrey Falls No More. Now, what would you think that means, eh? DOCTOR: That Gallifrey didnt fall. It worked. Its still out there. CURATOR: Im only a humble curator. Im sure I wouldnt know. DOCTOR: Then where is it? CURATOR: Where is it indeed? Lost. Shush. Perhaps. Things do get lost, you know. And now you must excuse me. Oh, you have a lot to do. DOCTOR: Do I? CURATOR: Mmm. DOCTOR: Is that what Im supposed to do now? Go looking for Gallifrey? CURATOR: Oh, its entirely up to you. Your choice, eh? I can only tell you what I would do if I were you. Oh, if I were you. Oh, perhaps I was you, of course. Or perhaps you are me. Congratulations. DOCTOR: Thank you very much. CURATOR: Or perhaps it doesnt matter either way. Who knows, eh? Who knows?
Posted on: Mon, 19 May 2014 09:41:35 +0000
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