METACRISIS DOCTOR: Because you're special.

DONNA: Oh, I keep telling you, I'm not.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: No, but you are. Oh. You really don't believe that, do you? I can see, Donna, what you're thinking. All that attitude, all that lip, all this time you think you're not worth it.

DONNA: Stop it.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: Shouting at the world because no one's listening. Well, why should they?

DONNA: Doctor? Stop it.

METACRISIS DOCTOR: But look at what you did. No, it's more than that. It's like we were always heading for this. You came to the TARDIS. And you found me again. Your granddad. Your car. Donna, your car. You parked your car right where the TARDIS was going land. That's not coincidence at all! We've been blind. Something's been drawing us together for such a long time.

DONNA: But you're talking like destiny. There's no such thing. Is there?

METACRISIS DOCTOR: It's still not finished. It's like the pattern's not complete. The strands are still drawing together. But heading for what?