(I own nothing, all recognized material of Doctor Who belongs to... well whoever it is they belong to. This is a short pointless blurb that crawled into my head and would not go away.)
Afterword: By Amelia Williams
Hello old friend, and here we are, you and me on the last page at last. It took a while to get here didn't it? Just long enough I think. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will have been long gone. I know how you said you hate endings my friend, but sometimes you'll find an ending is just another beginning. It's almost funny, how something like a torn out page can give you just enough time. Oh, I'm not explaining this very well am I? Perhaps another last page can describe it better.
An excerpt from the Diary of River Song-
"When you run with The Doctor, it feels like it will never end. But however hard you try, you can't run for ever. 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 every day. 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, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and The Doctor comes to call... everybody lives."
Turn Around Doctor.