I knew he'd been here. Right here, just minutes ago. He had seen all of this happen, him and Donna. A few years ago, it would have been me instead of her, actually doing something useful. Now I'm just one of those people who stand by, open-mouthedly staring at things.
"That bin there, it will all make sense." Donna, love, nothing makes sense anymore. To you, maybe, but I've had so much happening to me during these past few years.
I've met my father, who died when I was a baby. I've given birth while I don't remember doing anything more than kissing a man in ages. And I found a way back home to the man I love, who said it was impossible.
Time for me to go. I take one last look at Miss Foster, who recently "fell off a roof" and I turn away.
Suddenly, I don't exist anymore.