Moment

Moment is coming.

– You walked for miles. And miles and miles and miles.
– I was thinking!
– I heard you.
– You heard me?
– No... more. No more.
– No more.
– No more.
– No more.
– No more!
– Stop it!
– No more! No more.
– Who are you?

– I don't know who you are... either of you. I haven't got the faintest idea.
– They're you. They're what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. The man who regrets... and the man who forgets. The moment is coming. The Moment is me, you have to decide.

– You know me?
– I hear you. All of you, jangling around in that dusty old head of yours. I chose this face and form especially for you. It's from your past. Or possibly your future, I always get those two mixed up.