Space, time, these are all places that I bound your mother. Traveling the infinite is something that I would favour, all needed to be to my heart. Ever since I started my own tour of the stars, and it doesn't have flown good on a business card, I've had many faces, many lives, some good, some bad, some I apparently don't even remember, I still don't know how to think about that, obviously. The truly beautiful thing about time is how unpredictable and incomprehensible it is. But at the same time it's traversable, at least it's traversable to me, it's up and everything else. Space. Space it. Space, I'll come on! You have to help me! Are you trying to kill me again? Clara, you interrupted my monologue, but it's monologue of clock Clara! But my life is in danger, do you not even care? Hmm, do I care? Let's find out. Oh my shoes ain't here, come down! You've sent a speed of death, you all! Oh, could I have been over there for the impossible tart? Right, back to it, where was I? Oh my god, I've forgotten. Clara!