The prophecies of old foretold a war across the stars.

The cosmos torn asunder. Every planet left with scars.

From Skaro to Kasterborous, and Villengard as well —

Some know it as the Time War, but the Time Lords call it Hell.

The seven deaths of Davros, and the slaughter of Skull Moon.

The Neverwhen, the Never-weres, the Never-Gone-Too-Soon.

The war raged on for eons, and it’s only just begun,

Fragmenting space and causing time itself to be undone.

Until a man is born upon the barren sands of Karn,

Until that man confronts himself twice over, in a barn.

Until the Daleks breach the second city, and it falls.

Until that man engraves the words “No More” into the walls.

I am that man, and I will take this Moment to avow:

If once there was a Doctor, there is not a Doctor now.

DOCTOR: You know Tegan, sometimes I wonder how well I'd get along without you.

TEGAN: Thank you.

DOCTOR: Probably quite alright, all things considered. Now, a fresh cup of tea would be terribly useful.

TEGAN: Yeah? Well, you know where the kitchen is.

DOCTOR: So, what are you going to do while I pop over and get her?

TEGAN: You must be kidding, you're not going in there without me.

DOCTOR: I don't want to argue with you Tegan.

TEGAN: Then don't. You can't leave me behind, we're in this together.

DOCTOR: You realise the danger?

TEGAN: Of course I do! And I get why you're worried, okay? But what happened to Adric, isn't going to happen to me.

DOCTOR: You don't know that.

TEGAN: I do know that I'm not staying here while you and Nyssa are in danger. So unless you plan on locking me up-

DOCTOR: Alright, alright.

DOCTOR: Oh, yes! We are in Wales. Spectacular!

RUBY: How can you tell?

DOCTOR: Oh... That smell. That green. That coastline, Ruby. Oh, the rocks and the water, it never ends. The war between the land and the sea.

ENID: I can't think of a synonym for keeping your distance. I suppose, to coin a new word, in Latin, it would be semper distans. Always distant. She's semper distans to you.

DOCTOR: Most armies would notice that they were fighting smoke and shadows, but not this lot, Ruby. You know why? Cos they have faith.

MUNDY: Shut up.

DOCTOR: Faith. The magic word that keeps you never having to think for yourself. Just surrender, Mundy. Just stop, and it's all over.

MUNDY: Prove it.

DOCTOR: What, seriously? Now you need proof, faith gyal?

That was the thing about the TARDIS. It had a drag queen’s sense of timekeeping, always making a big entrance, just a bit late.

Yes, thought Kate Lethbridge-Stewart, maybe I am a Nepo Baby. She’d grown up watching her father save the world. Well, she would have done if he’d ever been around. But he’d been too busy. Saving the world. It had been a strange childhood. Spent waiting for glimpses of him. That tired smile on his face after a long day. Patiently listening to her excited babble about finger painting while he’d been – well, she’d read the files. Gel guards. Axons. Devil Goblins from Neptune.

Once he was down to pick her up from school. Late, of course. She’d been standing alone at the gates, bored as ever, and glancing around to make sure no one saw him roar up in a military jeep. Instead, it had been a yellow clown car driven by a wizard. ‘You should never get in cars with strangers,’ he’d told her as she’d got in. ‘But Alistair’s a bit busy.’ Funny, hearing her father’s name. She pulled the face. She’d spent her whole life being told her father was a bit busy.

They’d roared off down the road, the man next to her smiling and talking and somehow passing her a bag of sweets while holding his hat on his head. ‘Little bit of a problem with giant cockroaches and Didcot power station,’ the man had laughed. ‘Can’t be bothered with that. So I said I’d drop you off at Ballet Class. Which I absolutely can, of course.’ A pause, and a friendly wickedness lit up his features. ‘Or … we could go dancing with Anna Pavlova?’ And that had been the first time Kate Lethbridge-Stewart had met the Doctor. Now she’d inherited the family firm. Holding the world together with duct tape and the most brilliant people she could find. Just in case, this one time, the Doctor didn’t turn up and do what he did best.

Save. The. World.

DOCTOR: Wilfred Mott. Oh, now I feel better. Now nothing is wrong, nothing in the whole wide world! Hello, me old soldier!

WILF: I never thought I'd see you again after all these years. Oh, Doctor, that lovely face! It's like springtime.

DALEK: Your appearance corresponds with the Time Lord known as "The Doctor". You are the enemy of the Daleks!

DOCTOR: It's the first line on my CV. Current Employment - The Oncoming Storm.

DOCTOR: If this universe has taught me anything, it's that you should always hold onto every moment you can, every hour, every minute, every second. Even when all hope is gone, you should still cling on, because you can never know what fresh hope the future may bring.

VALARIE: Tell me why then. Why did they have to die?

DOCTOR: So they and countless others wouldn’t die in agony later. So that the universe could heal.

VALARIE: Hmmm. If you were a monster, I’d leave. No, that’s a lie - er - I’d try and stop you. But you don’t sound like a monster.

DOCTOR: Thanks very much

VALARIE: Having to make a call like that. To save a universe that sick. Sounds like you’re a doctor.

(Inside the TARDIS)

VALARIE: How does she work?

DOCTOR: Big bit fits inside the small bit. It’s like an optical illusion except with dimensions and not an illusion, so nothing like an optical illusion I suppose.

VALARIE: You mean out there right now there are families like mine, under threat from terrible things?

DOCTOR: Loads of them, unfortunately

VALARIE: And we can save them?

DOCTOR: We can try. It’s all we can do. And sometimes it’s enough.

VALARIE: Then yeah. I’m in.

DOCTOR: Well then. Welcome aboard, Valarie.

DOCTOR: Never be cruel. Never be cowardly. Hate is always foolish. Love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind.

DOCTOR: Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall.

DOCTOR: Winning? Is that what you think it's about? I'm not trying to win. I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone, or because I hate someone, or because, because I want to blame someone. It's not because it's fun and God knows it's not because it's easy. It's not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do, because it's right! Because it's decent! And above all, it's kind. It's just that. Just kind. If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live. Maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, you know, maybe there's no point in any of this at all, but it's the best I can do, so I'm going to do it. And I will stand here doing it till it kills me. You're going to die too, some day. How will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand, is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help, a little. Why not, just at the end, just be kind?

DOCTOR: Without hope. Without witness. Without reward.

NARDOLE: Are you having an emotion?

DOCTOR: I know I can help her.

NARDOLE: Yeah. Look at that face, he's having an emotion. Yeah. Yes, look at that bit, yeah, he's doing emotions.

(Talking about Missy)

BILL: She's a murderer.

DOCTOR: Enjoying your bacon sandwich?

BILL: Why?

DOCTOR: Because it had a mummy and a daddy. Go tell a pig about your moral high ground.

BILL: So, the Time Lords, bit flexible on the whole man-woman thing, then, yeah?

DOCTOR: We're the most civilised civilisation in the universe. We're billions of years beyond your petty human obsession with gender and its associated stereotypes.

BILL: But you still call yourselves Time Lords?

DOCTOR: Yeah. Shut up.

DOCTOR: It's as if his bones have disintegrated.

NARDOLE: Ooo. What could do that?

DOCTOR: A complete and total absence of any kind of sunlight.

NARDOLE: Death by Scotland.

DOCTOR: Oh, look, Bill, it's Nardole. What a lovely surprise. I thought I sent you to Birmingham for a packet of crisps. 


NARDOLE: Yeah, I saw through your cunning ruse. 


DOCTOR: Yes, well, if you will go thinking for yourself. What do you want? 


NARDOLE: I was given strict instructions to keep you at the university. 


DOCTOR: Who by?


NARDOLE: You.


DOCTOR: Well, you're not doing a very good job, are you? I'll overlook it this once. 


NARDOLE: Do you know what this is? 


DOCTOR: If it's not crisps, you're sacked.

DOCTOR: Human progress isn't measured by industry, it's measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. The boy who died on the river, that boy's value is your value. That's what defines an age. That's what defines a species.