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Favourite Doctor Who Theories

Season 8 of Doctor Who is just around the corner and as usual rumours are flying around all of time and space in the hopes the fan’s can try figure out some of the mysteries that will unfold. This got me thinking of some of the theories that have been passed around in the past. So here is my top 5 favourite theories: (These are not in order of my favourites, just 5 theories i liked)

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The Doctor’s Speeches: The Time of The Doctor

(The Doctor’s village clothes are scattered on the floor, and a nearly empty bowl of fish fingers and custard is on the console. There are footsteps on the stairs. Her bow-tied young Doctor smiles at her.) 
CLARA: Doctor! 
DOCTOR: Hello. 
CLARA: You’re young again. You’re okay. You didn’t even change your face. 
DOCTOR: Ha! It’s started. I can’t stop it now. This is just the reset. A whole new regeneration cycle. Ooo. 
(He finishes his custard.) 
DOCTOR: Taking a bit longer. Just breaking it in. Oh. Oh. Gah. 
(He starts the Tardis’ engines.) 
DOCTOR: It all just disappears, doesn’t it? Everything you are, gone in a moment, like breath on a mirror. Any moment now, he’s a-coming. 
CLARA: Who’s coming? 
DOCTOR: The Doctor. 
CLARA: But you, you are the Doctor. 
DOCTOR: Yep, and I always will be. 
(His hands are glowing.) 
DOCTOR: But times change, and so must I. 
(The Doctor sees a young Amy Pond run up the stairs, laughing.) 
DOCTOR: Amelia? 
CLARA: Who’s Amelia? 
DOCTOR: The first face this face saw. We all change, when you think about it. We’re all different people all through our lives. And that’s okay, that’s good, you’ve got to keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be. I will not forget one line of this. Not one day. I swear. I will always remember when the Doctor was me. 
(Then he sees a vision of a red-haired woman with black painted fingernails walk down the stairs to him.) 
AMY: Raggedy man. Good night. 
(They touch each others cheeks, and she disappears. The Doctor removes his bow tie and drops it on the floor. His face is in pain.) 
CLARA: No, no. 
DOCTOR: Hey 
CLARA: Please don’t change. 
(The Doctor jerks backwards as Matt Smith and then forwards as Peter Capaldi. Tall, grey haired, piercing blue eyes and a Scottish burr. My kind of man. The new Doctor and Clara stare into each others eyes, then he jerks back and forward again.) 
DOCTOR: Kidneys! I’ve got new kidneys. I don’t like the colour. 
CLARA: Of your kidneys? 
(The Tardis starts lurching from side to side.) 
CLARA: What’s happening? 
DOCTOR: We’re probably crashing. Oh! 
CLARA: Into what? 
DOCTOR: Stay calm. Just one question. Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?

The Doctor’s Speeches: The Time of The Doctor

DOCTOR: Sorry I’m a bit slow. I may not be at my best right now. 
DALEK [OC]: You are dying, Doctor. 
DOCTOR: Yes, I’m dying. You’ve been trying to kill me for centuries, and here I am, dying of old age. If you want something done, do it yourself. 
DALEK [OC]: You will die, and the Time Lords will never return. 
DOCTOR: You still can’t work up the courage to shoot me, can you? You’re still worried I’ve got something up my sleeve. Well, you knock yourselves out, boys. I’ve got nothing this time. 
(Flying Daleks fire at the troops on the ground, making the townsfolk scream. Then the crack opens in the sky and golden regeneration energy enters the Doctor’s mouth. His eyes widen in surprise and his hands begin to glow.) 
DALEK [OC]: You will die now, Doctor. This is the end of you. 
(The crack disappears.) 
DALEK [OC]: The rules of regeneration are known. You have expended all your lives. 
DOCTOR: Sorry, what did you say? Did you mention the rules? Now, listen. Bit of advice. Tell me the truth if you think you know it. Lay down the law if you’re feeling brave. But, Daleks, never, ever tell me the rules! 
DALEK [OC]: Emergency! Emergency! The Doctor is regenerating! 
(The Tower clock strikes twelve. The Doctor is feeling more youthful already, although he doesn’t look it.) 
DALEK [OC]: The Doctor is regenerating! 
DOCTOR: Oh, look at this. Regeneration number thirteen. We’re breaking some serious science here, boys. I tell you what, it’s going to be a whopper! 
DALEK [OC]: Exterminate! Exterminate the Doctor. 
DOCTOR: You think you can stop me now, Daleks? If you want my life, ha, ha, come and get it! 
(The Doctor winds up his arm and fires a big stream of energy out from his hand.)

[Town]

CLARA: Get inside! Come on, quickly. Get inside, quick. 
(The Doctor fires of more energy from the other hand as Clara gets the survivors into the Tower. The burning remains of flying Daleks tumble to the ground.)

[Bell chamber]

DOCTOR: Love from Gallifrey, boys! 
(Then a final blast from his head up to the Dalek Mothership. Mega KaBOOM! and the shockwave rips open the remaining Daleks on the ground. It even rocks the Tardis as it travels out of the town and through the countryside. Then silence falls.)

The Doctor’s Speeches: The Time of The Doctor

TASHA: Why did you ever come to Trenzalore? 
DOCTOR: Well, I did come to Trenzalore, and nothing can change that now. Didn’t stop you trying though, did it? 
TASHA: Not me. The Kovarian Chapter broke away. They travelled back along your timeline and tried to prevent you ever reaching Trenzalore. 
DOCTOR: So that’s who blew up my Tardis. I thought I’d left the bath running. 
TASHA: They blew up your time capsule, created the very cracks in the universe through which the Time Lords are now calling. 
DOCTOR: The destiny trap. You can’t change history if you’re part of it. 
TASHA: They engineered a psychopath to kill you. 
DOCTOR: Totally married her. I’d never have made it here alive without River Song. 
TASHA: I’m not interested in changing history, Doctor. I want to change the future. The Daleks send for reinforcements daily. They are massing for war. Three days ago, they attacked the Mainframe itself. 
DOCTOR: They attacked here? 
CLARA: How did you stop them? 
TASHA: Stop them? It was slaughter. 
DOCTOR: Why didn’t you call me? I could have helped. 
TASHA: I tried. I died in this room, screaming your name. 
DOCTOR: No. 
TASHA: Oh. I died. It’s funny the things that slip your mind. Ah! 
DOCTOR: No! No, no, no. Tasha, no, please, not Tasha. No. Fight it. Tash, fight it! 
(A Dalek eyestalk comes out of her forehead, then real Daleks enters.) 
DALEK: Step away from the Dalek unit, Doctor. 
DOCTOR: You shouldn’t even know who I am. 
DALEK: Information concerning the Doctor was harvested from the cadaver of Tasha Lem. 
DOCTOR: Bet she never told you how to break through the Trenzalore forcefield, though. She’d have died first. 
DALEK 2: Several times. 
DOCTOR: Well, you’d better kill me, then. Go on. But before you do 
(He sonicks the message into the room.) 
VOICE [OC]: Doctor who? Doctor who? Doctor who? 
DOCTOR: I’m a tough old bird. I’ll be ages dying. Way enough time to answer a question. And, oh dear, what happens then, boys? 
(Tasha grabs Clara’s neck from behind, and energy plays over her hands.) 
DALEK: You will die in silence, Doctor, or your associate will die. 
DOCTOR: Fine, go on, kill her. Kill her! See if I care. But tell me, what you are going to do next? 
DALEK: See how the Time Lord betrays. 
CLARA: You’ll kill me anyway. What difference does it make? I’m not afraid. I’ll leave that to you. 
DOCTOR: You see, Tasha, that’s what I’m talking about. That is a woman! I always knew you were a bit spineless, you and your pointless church. Why did I ever rely on you? Never trust a nun to do a Doctor’s work. 
(Tasha turns on the Doctor, releasing Clara, and slaps him. Then she blasts the Daleks into flames.) 
DOCTOR: And she’s back! 
(The Doctor kisses Tasha. The eyestalk goes back into her forehead leaving a scar.) 
DOCTOR: You never could resist a row. 
TASHA: Kiss me when I ask. 
DOCTOR: Well, you’d better ask nicely. 
TASHA: In your dreams. 
DOCTOR: Right, get us back to the Tardis. Can you do that? 
TASHA: Yeah, but quickly, the Dalek inside me is waking. 
DOCTOR: Fight it. 
TASHA: I can’t. 
DOCTOR: Listen to me. You have been fighting the psychopath inside you all your life. Shut up and win. That is an order, Tasha Lem. 
(The Doctor and Clara get into the confessional teleport booths.) 
TASHA: The forcefield will hold for a while, but it will decay, and there are breaches already. 
DOCTOR: Then this isn’t a siege any more, it’s a war. It’s all up to you now. Fight the Daleks, inside and out. You can do it, I know you can. 
TASHA: Oh, I see. You’ve got your Tardis back, haven’t you? Time to fly away. 
DOCTOR: Tasha, please. Please. Thank you. 
TASHA: None of this was for you, you fatuous egotist. It was for the peace. Fly away, Doctor!

The Doctor’s Speeches: The Day of the Doctor

DOCTOR: Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. Of course I dream, I tell her. Everybody dreams. But what do you dream about, she’ll ask. The same thing everybody dreams about, I tell her. I dream about where I’m going. She always laughs at that. But you’re not going anywhere, you’re just wandering about. 
(He walks out to join his past selves, backs to us, gazing out at the stars.) 
DOCTOR: That’s not true. Not any more. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyones. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going. 
(A big golden planet hangs in the sky. He stands between the 10th and 8.5 Doctors.) 
DOCTOR: Where I’ve always been going. Home, the long way round. 

The Doctor’s Speeches: The Day of The Doctor

DOCTOR: I could be a curator. I’d be great at curating. I’d be the Great Curator. I could retire and do that. I could retire and be the curator of this place. 
CURATOR: You know, I really think you might. 
(Yes, that is the current silver haired version of the fourth Doctor you just heard. There’s Tom, leaning on a walking stick.) 
DOCTOR: I never forget a face. 
CURATOR: I know you don’t. And in years to come, you might find yourself revisiting a few. But just the old favourites, eh? 
(The Doctor winks.) 
CURATOR: You were curious about this painting, I think. I acquired it in remarkable circumstances. What do you make of the title? 
DOCTOR: Which title? There’s two. No More or Gallifrey Falls. 
CURATOR: Oh, you see, that’s where everybody’s wrong. It’s all one title. Gallifrey Falls No More. Now, what would you think that means, eh? 
DOCTOR: That Gallifrey didn’t fall. It worked. It’s still out there. 
CURATOR: I’m only a humble curator. I’m sure I wouldn’t know. 
DOCTOR: Then where is it? 
CURATOR: Where is it indeed? Lost. Shush. Perhaps. Things do get lost, you know. And now you must excuse me. Oh, you have a lot to do. 
DOCTOR: Do I? 
CURATOR: Mmm. 
DOCTOR: Is that what I’m supposed to do now? Go looking for Gallifrey? 
CURATOR: Oh, it’s entirely up to you. Your choice, eh? I can only tell you what I would do if I were you. Oh, if I were you. Oh, perhaps I was you, of course. Or perhaps you are me. Congratulations. 
DOCTOR: Thank you very much. 
CURATOR: Or perhaps it doesn’t matter either way. Who knows, eh? Who knows? 
(The curator leaves a happy Doctor.)

The Doctor’s Speeche’s: The Day of The Doctor

WARRIOR: In theory, I can trigger an isolated sonic shift among the molecules, and the door should disintegrate. 
DOCTOR 10: We’d have to calculate the exact harmonic resonance of the entire structure down to a sub-atomic level. Even the sonic would take years. 
WARRIOR: No, no, the sonic would take centuries. Oh, we might as well get started. Help to pass the timey-wimey. Do you have to talk like children? What is it that makes you so ashamed of being a grown up? Oh, the way you both look at me. What is that? I’m trying to think of a better word than dread. 
DOCTOR 10: It must be really recent for you. 
WARRIOR: Recent? 
DOCTOR: The Time War. The last day. The day you killed them all. 
DOCTOR 10: The day we killed them all. 
DOCTOR: Same thing. 
MOMENT: It’s history for them. All decided. They think their future is real. They don’t know it’s still up to you. 
WARRIOR: I don’t talk about it. 
DOCTOR 10: You’re not talking about it. There’s no one else here. 
MOMENT: Go on, ask them. Ask them what you need to know. 
WARRIOR: Did you ever count? 
DOCTOR: Count what? 
WARRIOR: How many children there were on Gallifrey that day. 
(The Doctor stops his scratching.) 
DOCTOR: I have absolutely no idea. 
WARRIOR: How old are you now? 
DOCTOR: Ah, I don’t know. I lose track. Twelve hundred and something, I think, unless I’m lying. I can’t remember if I’m lying about my age, that’s how old I am. 
WARRIOR: Four hundred years older than me, and in all that time you’ve never even wondered how many there were? You never once counted? 
DOCTOR: Tell me, what would be the point? 
DOCTOR 10: Two point four seven billion. 
WARRIOR: You did count! 
DOCTOR 10: You forgot? Four hundred years, is that all it takes? 
DOCTOR: I moved on. 
DOCTOR 10: Where? Where can you be now that you can forget something like that? 
DOCTOR: Spoilers. 
DOCTOR 10: No. No, no, no. For once I would like to know where I’m going. 
DOCTOR: No, you really wouldn’t. 
WARRIOR: I don’t know who you are, either of you. I haven’t got the faintest idea. 
MOMENT: They’re you. They’re what you become if you destroy Gallifrey. The man who regrets and the man who forgets. The moment is coming. The Moment is me. You have to decide. 
WARRIOR: No. 
DOCTOR 10: No? 
WARRIOR: Just, no. 
(The Doctor laughs.) 
DOCTOR 10: Is something funny? Did I miss a funny thing? 
DOCTOR: Sorry. It just occured to me. This is what I’m like when I’m alone. 
MOMENT: It’s the same screwdriver. Same software, different case. 
WARRIOR: Four hundred years. 
DOCTOR 10: I’m sorry? 
WARRIOR: At a software level, they’re all the same device, aren’t they. Same software, different case. 
DOCTOR 10: Yeah. 
DOCTOR: So. 
WARRIOR: So, it would take centuries for the screwdriver to calculate how to disintegrate the door. Scanning the door, implanting the calculation as a permanent subroutine in the software architecture and, if you really are me, with your sandshoes and your dickie bow, and that screwdriver is still mine, that calculation is still going on. 
DOCTOR 10: Yeah, still going. 
DOCTOR: Calculation complete. 
MOMENT: Same software, different face. 
DOCTOR: Hey, four hundred years in four seconds. We may have had our differences, which is frankly odd in the circumstances, but, I tell you what, boys. We are incredibly clever. 
(Clara opens the door and nearly falls in.) 
DOCTOR: How did you do that? 
CLARA: It wasn’t locked. 
DOCTOR: Right. 
CLARA: So they’re both you, then, yeah? 
DOCTOR: Yes. You’ve met them before. Don’t you remember? 
CLARA: A bit. Nice suit. 
DOCTOR 10: Thanks. 
CLARA: Hang on. Three of you in one cell, and none of you thought to try the door? 
WARRIOR: It should have been locked.