The Family of Blood
-Joan: Oh, you look the same. Godness, you must forgive my rudeness. I just find it difficult to look at you. Doctor, I should call you Doctor. Where is he? John Smith?
-10th: He's in here, somewhere.
-Joan: Like a story? Could you change back?
-10th: Yes.
-Joan:Will you?
-10th:No.
-Joan:I see. Well, then. He was braver than you, in the end, that ordinary man. You chose to change; he chose to die.
-10th: Come with me.
-Joan: Sorry?
-10th: Travel with me.
-Joan:As what?
-10th: My companion.
-Joan:But that's not fair. What must I look like to you? Doctor. I must seem so very small.
-10th: No. We could start again. I'd like that. You and me, we could try, at least. Because that everything that John Smith is and was, I've capable of that too.
-Joan: I can't.
-10th:Please, come with me.
-Joan: I can't.
-10th: Why not?
-Joan: John Smith is dead. You just look like him.
-10th: But he's here. Inside. If you look into my eyes.
-Joan: Answer me this, just one question. That's all. If the Doctor never visited this villege , never chosen this place on a whim, would anyone here have died. You can go.