"How long have we got?" she asks quietly, voice catching.
He replies ruefully, forcing a bitter smile: "About two minutes."
She cries, and he breaks into a million little pieces - he's got a time machine, he's a bloody Time Lord, and she's gone from him anyway, lost among universes in the uncrossable streams of time.
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He replies ruefully, forcing a bitter smile: "About two minutes."
She cries, and he breaks into a million little pieces - he's got a time machine, he's a bloody Time Lord, and she's gone from him anyway, lost among universes in the uncrossable streams of time.
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