Steven. Steven... Even after all this time, he cannot understand. No-one understood my position. I dare not change the course of history. Not one line! The ramifications of even the smallest alteration, even for good… Well, at least I taught him to take some precautions; he did remember to look at the scanner before he opened the doors. And now, they're all gone. All gone. None of them could understand. Not even my little Susan. Susan, my own Grandaughter. Dear Susan, what became of you? And that young man, David. Poor Susan, who followed her foolish old Grandfather into certain death. Yes, I was right to leave her there. Or Vicki. Vicki, the young orphan who I treated better than my own. And as for Barbara and Chatterton — Chesterton — they were all too impatient to get back to their own time. Was there something going on between them? I never noticed… And now, Steven. They all leave me in the end. Even the dead ones. Perhaps I should go home. Back to my own planet. To Gallifrey? But I can't... I can't... I can never go back. I had my reasons then, and I have my reasons now. I can't go back… only forward. And possibly the worst thing is, I think I can live with it. Because I CAN live with it…