The Arms of Amy

The TARDIS is in orbit around a supernova. It’s huge and glowing and positively majestic and absolutely the most beautiful thing Amy has ever seen. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to tear her eyes away from it.

There’s something almost poetic about it, about the way it’s burning up all its energy and dying a little bit more in the process. She knows it’s not dying, not really, can just about remember enough Physics lessons to know that when the star eventually explodes, the dust and gas will go on to form planets, maybe even another star, and the whole process will start over again.

But it feels like dying. To her, anyway.


For Ali. Happy belated Christmas!