Character: Madame Vastra
- Traces of my tears. Time travel is damage. Like a tear in the fabric of reality. This is a scar from my journey through the universe. My path through space and time. From Gallifrey to Trenzalor My own time tunnel. All the days, even those that I haven’t lived yet.
- In a word. In a word I've already heard in conjunction with the doctor: Trenzalor.
The doctor doesn't discuss his secrets with anyone, dear. If you still amuse yourself with the thought that you are special, ask yourself one question: what is his name?
- I've collected this here... your hair will turn white.
- You know what I'm looking for.
- Oh yes. They were all caught in the canal. Crimson horror. (stretches a bottle of red liquid)
- (turns away and throws the veil) This is... That's impossible.
- What?
- I think I've seen this before. A long time ago.
- And how long ago?
- (facing him) About 65 million years ago.
- You know what I'm looking for.
- Oh yes. They were all caught in the canal. Crimson horror. (stretches a bottle of red liquid)
- (turns away and throws the veil) This is... That's impossible.
- What?
- I think I've seen this before. A long time ago.
- And how long ago?
- (facing him) About 65 million years ago.
