Rick had been drawn here by some primal pulling in his gut. Err. Not literally. That'd be violent. But, seriously. Rick stood over the Pool, looking down at it from the corner of his eyes. He sighed and took a deep breath. He turned and saw Emily. He did a double take. "Wha... How did you...?"
"I am TARDIS sub-routine 13A. I am a project hologram of those you know. This was the only one that would allow you to go on an egomaniacal rant of your life."
"Wh... Why?"
"Time Lords tend to do it when they regenerate. Over-dramatic bastards."
Rick recognized the words from his adventures fixing the Blood Moons, but didn't feel like registering them. He paced around the pond, talking to 'Emily', "I've had a good run so far. I've done a lot of good. I killed a lot of Oneiroi. I saved the Earth from a black hole. I met so many unique people and seen so many things. I've been through a lot. And you know what? It isn't over. One day," he held tightly onto his scarf, "one day... We shall return. And it'll be fantastic. And I won't hesitate to go. And..." he looked at 'Emily'. "I won't forget this life. That which I lead now. I will continue to help the world. All that I can." He dove in and felt it all reset as his body rocketed back to Earth.
There he sat, on a cold, snowing February night. He cracked his knuckles. "Right. Let's get cracking." He grabbed a handful of popcorn from nowhere.
