So we sat at a picnic table and Lis asked me how I would end The Sarah Jane Adventures, and I said, “She’d do something magnificent, and then she’d make sure the kids were fine, and then she’d go… up!” “What d’you mean, up?” asked Lis, and she was laughing, “You mean, into the sky?” “Yes!” I said. “She’d go up. Onwards. Outwards. Into the stars. Just… up! D’you fancy that?” “Oh yes,” said Lis. “That sounds nice.”
So she’s rising now. There she goes! Up, up, up, into the sky, and into the stars, forever. Goodbye, Sarah Jane! We love you. Goodbye.
Russell T Davies, in honour of Elisabeth Sladen (Doctor Who Magazine #435)
And when the end finally comes for him, it is so different from the rest, from the Second Doctor’s forced regeneration, from the Seventh Doctor, pleading with human doctors not to administer the electric shocks that would kill him in an attempt to save him, from David Tennant’s famous last words of “I don’t want to go”. Rather, the Ninth Doctor accepts his death with the air of a man who has been waiting for death at every corner, and has made peace with it. Certainly, his main motivation is to save the life of the woman he loves, but there’s a sort of strangely happy resignation to it. He faces his death as a man ready to let go, ready to move on, ready for a change, change he would find in his new form, younger, friendlier, and less haunted by the past. [source]
I just wanted to say… hello. Hello, Doctor. It’s so very, very nice to meet you.
All of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was… Where do you want to start?