When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it will never end. But however hard you try, you can’t run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever, for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies, but not everyday. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, everyday in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.