our greatest blessings come to us by way of madness Phaedr. 244a

2012/12/02

the story, the story, the story

AFTERWORD by Amelia Williams

Hello, old friend. And here we are, you and me, on the last page.
By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone, so know that we lived well and we're very happy.
And above all else, know that we will love you. Always.
Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we're gone you won't be coming back here for a while and you might be alone, which you should never be. 
Don't be alone, Doctor.
And do one more thing for me: there's a little girl waiting in a garden. She's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she's patient, the days are coming that she'll never forget. Tell her she'll go to see and fight pirates. She'll fall in love with a man who waited two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she'll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. And save a whale in outer space.
Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.