Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
'The Lone Centurion',
That's what they called him.
'The Boy Who Waited',
Waiting for so long.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Protect Amy,
Protect the Pandorica.
That was his job.
Protect her.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Through wars he waited.
Through famines he waited.
Through eras he waited.
Through lifetimes he waited.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
'When will it end?'
'When will he come?'
'When will she be free?'
'When? When? When?'
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
A roman centurion,
A security guard.
But just some plastic,
Not even a man.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
One day,
He will come.
One day,
She will return.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
Wait for him.
Protect her.
Wait for her.
Wait.
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...