The Narrator: It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather. In a celebration of the pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one...

The Woman: This was the site of a convent. Back in the 1300s. It's said a demon fell from the sky. Then a man appeared. A man in a Blue Box. They called him the sainted physician. He smote the demon and then disappeared.
Wilfred Mott: That's a bit of a coincidence.
The Woman: He said there's no such thing as coincidence. Who knows. Perhaps he's coming back.
Wilfred: Oh. That would make my Christmas.

Ood Sigma: You should not have delayed.
The Doctor: Last time I was here you told me my song would be ending soon. And I'm in no hurry for that.

Ood Elder: Something vast is stirring in the dark. The Ood have gained this power to see through time because time is bleeding. Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil. And these events from years ago threaten to destroy this future and the present and the past.
The Doctor: What do you mean?
Ood Elder: This is what we have seen, Doctor. The darkness heralds only one thing: the end of time itself.

Time Lord: All of her prophecies say the same. That this is the last day of the Time War. That Gallifrey falls and that we die. Today.
The Visionary: Ending ending ending ending.
The Partisan: Perhaps it's time. This is only the furthest edge of the Time War. But at its heart millions die every second. Lost in bloodlust and insanity. With Time itself resurrecting them to find new ways of dying. Over and over again. A travesty of life. Isn't it better to end it at last?
Lord President: Thank you for your opinion. I will not die! Do you hear me? A billion years of Time Lord history riding on our backs. I will not let this perish. I Will. Not.

The Doctor: The gate wasn't enough. You're still dying.
The Master: This body was born out of death. All it can do is die. What did you say to me? Back in the wasteland. You said "The End of Time".
The Doctor: I said something is returning. I was shown a prophecy. That's why I need your help.
The Master: What if I'm part of it? Don't you see? The drum beat is calling from so far away. From the end of time itself. And now it's been amplified six billion times. Triangulate all those signals, I could find its source! Look Doctor! That's what your prophecy was! Me!