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 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 that if she's patient, the days are coming that she'll never forget. Tell her she'll go to dea and fight pirates, she'll fall in love with a man who'll wait 2,000 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.
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Melody Malone
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