You and I were best friends. We travelled together. We had adventures.
Well, I’m not going to hug first.
Amy: I’m sorry you’re so sad.
Vincent: But I’m not. Sometimes these moods torture me for weeks— for months. But I’m good now. If Amy Pond can soldier on then so can Vincent Van Gogh.
Amy: I’m not soldiering on. I’m fine.
Vincent: Oh Amy, I hear the song of your sadness. You’ve lost someone I think.
Amy: I’m not sad.
Vincent: Then why are you crying?