The southern sky was aswirl with glowing, shifting colors, the reflections of the great fires that burned below.

There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea’s asleep and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice, and somewhere else the tea is getting cold. Come on, Ace, we’ve got work to do. [x]

Maybe wishful thinking, since his face is partially obscured, but this looks a LOT like Rupert Graves and Karen Gillan with a Dalek. Our first hint of the role his character will play?

I’ve always been able to trust my senses, the evidence of my own eyes until last night. It’s like they edit themselves out of your memory the minute you look away. The exact second you’re not looking at them, you can’t remember anything.