Amelia Pond. That was a great name.
"We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one. A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. You’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient. And the bluest blue ever.
The Doctor and Amy Pond.”
Before they flare and fade forever.
People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces. Little things we can’t quite account for - faces in photographs, luggage, half-eaten meals… rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.