"There's an end to every story. Amy" The Doctor whispered into her ear. It bounced around inside her head like a bullet.
"But yours won't end yet. You life has already been written in the stars, and nothing can change that. Ok?" He said, a little louder this time. She nodded, treasuring the words for years to come.
"Doctor?" She asked aloud, Her Scottish accent cutting into the thin air like a blade."How is my life written in the stars, I mean how that is even possible I thought life was random and full of miracles? So how can it be written in history already? "
He smiled slightly and nodded his head, like something Amy's old English teacher would do if you asked him a question that was relevant to the lesson.
"Since the dawn of time everyone's life has been written. When there born, when they die, who they meet and the miracles that happen in them. Some people don't believe this, they think that life just unfolds before them like a story that nobody's ever read, and they call things that make something big in your life, fate and luck. Things like that. You understand?" He asked her, looking into deep brown, interested pools of eyes.
"Yes," She replied "Kind of. I mean, who writes it? "
The Doctor shrugged
"Know one knows. But whoever does must be very clever. Just like me"Amy giggled at his comment, wrapping her arm around his. They stared up at the sky .The stars flickered in the moonlight.