Date: 2010-04-08 12:03 pm (UTC)
“I’m 927 years old. I know things.”

There was a pause.

“You’re 930,” said Mum.


Hee!

“Have you ever heard of it before?” asked Brem.

“No, but…” He trailed off, then admitted. “I, uh, really didn’t pay attention, in Academy, when they were talking about, well—”

“Anything,” finished Mum, wryly.


I love that she knows him so well. And I love seeing everyone so long after the original story. Rose won't die for a long time, and the Doctor can finally relax. Brem is still Brem. and Fortuna is as sunny as ever. I love this fic!
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