"But that's OK: we're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?
Because it was, you know, it was the best: a daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away.
Did I ever tell you I stole it? Well, I borrowed it; I was always going to take it back.
Oh, that box, Amy, you'll dream about that box.
It'll never leave you. Big and little at the same time, brand-new and ancient, and the bluest blue, ever."