Autumn Mist

DOCTOR: Oh, and be sure to cover your throat. That's very important when going from a warmer clime to a cooler one.

FITZ: Did you get that from some ancient source of Time Lord wisdom?

DOCTOR: No, from David Niven, but it's still good advice.

DOCTOR: Making things Right is my profession. Cheating Death's just a sort of hobby... But I seem to be rather talented at it.

GARCIA: The problem with cheating Death is that he's a sore loser at the best of times.

DOCTOR: Yes, she is.

SAM: That's enough. Too many bad memories. Take me back. Back down to human levels.

GALASTEL: You're sure? You would turn your back on these powers. You would be... human?

SAM: It's who I am. Who I know. It's who I want to be.

“You said that sometimes we all had to make choices. That's what makes us ourselves, doesn't it? The choices we make? I am... I'm myself, who I ought to be. Might be the best thing I've learned from you.”

One of those poppies on Remembrance Sunday will be for me. I wonder if the Doctor and Fitz will ever find my name on some memorial or other. Or Mum and Dad.

No, they won't put my name anywhere. I don't belong here. I'm no one. Suddenly, panic stabbed at her. I shouldn't be here, she thought. This is all wrong. I can't die in World War Two, it's stupid.