"You survived," he repeats. Perhaps it's stupid to do so, but still, he can't help himself. It's why he doesn't let go, after all; he still scarcely believes that this is real, that this is happening. The Doctor's standing in front of him, and they're running out of a collapsing building. Just like old times, their dances and battles across Earth and Mutters' Spiral and Gallifrey, or the work they did during the War that he prays is otherwise forgotten.

"And you never..." He lets his voice trail off. Never what? Came back? Said hello? She didn't promise anything; the two of them don't make promises. A girder falls behind them, and some wiring explodes. "Ah." The Maestro says. "Right. We should go."