What remains: finger smudges on the windows, red trainers in the entry way, a backpack on the kitchen counter.

What is it like to die? (Teenaged Alice)

We want our parents to live forever?

She was aware of Jack Harkness. The way most people are aware of their Great Uncle Robert, or a genetic allergy to beet juice. She had memories of the man, even. A stray meeting here or there, and cards at birthdays or holidays. Nice cards -- the kind with foil embossed paper and no personal touches, like most kids got from their grandparents ( Read more... )