Who is this new man? This new Doctor, made from a hand and...Donna? How can he be the same man?
He tells me how, and he offers me his forever. I ask them a simple question. He won’t say, but he whispers those three words into my ear; words I’d never hear from his lips. I kiss him and I know it’s true.
Suddenly, shockingly, he’s gone. Together, we’re alone.
His hand takes mine; it still fits. I look into his eyes and see uncertainty. And hope. I realise then that he’s left me with his greatest gift. Himself.