[Oh god, it's happening now. Oswin digs her nails into the Doctor's hand, gripping his hand just as tightly as he is with hers. She can't do anything, not with the soldiers surrounding them.]
...Not me. [But she's nothing. Just a tiny little blip to someone like the Doctor, but she is one life he's managed to get back. For the first time, Oswin wishes he did remember, if only that.]
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...Not me. [But she's nothing. Just a tiny little blip to someone like the Doctor, but she is one life he's managed to get back. For the first time, Oswin wishes he did remember, if only that.]