Goodbye, Clara. I need…I need…I need… fish fingers and custard! Geronimo! Thank you, Strax. And if I’m ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you’ll certainly be the first to know. Usually called ‘The Doctor.’ Or ‘The Caretaker.’ Or ‘Get off this planet.’ Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn’t a name. Come along, Pond! It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. Brave heart, Clara. There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick.

There are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are. This is not one of them. This is an opportunity! Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. The future revolves around you, here, now, so do good! There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick. Thank you, Strax. And if I’m ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you’ll certainly be the first to know. You are the only mystery worth solving.