DOCTOR: Something is added to cricket by the angle of the sun as it stands at four o'clock in early September. The shadows are longer. There's a suggestion of colder days approaching, of circular time, of aspects of our lives dying away and returning. The other sort of time is called linear time, modern time. Life is hard and then one dies, if that's something one is liable to do. Cricket seems to me to stand for the former and against the latter. It's something that dies, but returns... and writes mortals into history, in stories and statistics. Perhaps that's why it appeals to me. I also die and return. Like a hardy perennial.

NYSSA: Do you really want to see my home?

ANDREW: Yeah.

NYSSA: You see just above that chimney pot?

ANDREW: You mean Orion?

NYSSA: If you take a line from the star in the belt that closest to the Orion nebula and run it upwards towards his left shoulder, about halfway, around there, you can still see it with a small telescope. The light of its destruction is still making its way here. There are all sorts of places I can still see it from. So I can still say that‘s where everyone I grew up with lives. Except one person, and he’s also lost to me.