[Steven Moffat's house. The library.]
Moffat is sitting in his armchair and writing something. The Doctor stands in the doorway.
D - Why are you always killing your characters?
M - *turns around* Here we go. Another one.
*laughs*I'm not.
[The Doctor approaches]
D - Don't play games with me! You just killed someone I like.
M - Oh, Doctor. There is no life without death. And you understand this like nobody else.
D - This is bad, I don't like this.
*kicks the chair and yells in pain* Aaahh! Never use force, you just embarrass yourself!
M - Shh, shh. Calm down.
D - *squints* Why should I?
*fiercely* What is this?! *waves Amy's letter* How could you do this to me? There were so young!
M - Some people live more in twenty year than others do in eighty. It's not the time that matters, it's the person.
D - Oi! It's my phrase!
M - I've written it for you. *smiles*
[The Doctor hesitates]
D - But you can't have control over life and death. No one's ever meant to have that power. If a Time Lord did that he'd become a god—a vengeful god. But you are human. You can't- *breaks off*
*gasps*
M - You look tired.
Go to your room.