So I finished Doctor Who season 1 today. The end of Eccleston. No more Mister Fantastic.

But in the process, I noticed something.

I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words. I scatter them, in time and space. A message to lead myself here.

. . . .

You are tiny. I can see the whole of Time and Space. Every single atom of your existence ... and I divide them. Everything must come to dust. All things. Everything dies.

. . . .

How can I let go of this? I bring life. I can see everything. All that is. All that was. All that ever could be.

When Davies had Rose absorb the Time Vortex, he turned her into Dr. Manhattan.

Well. Except for the whole blue dong thing. Sort of a ... gendered thing, there. But. Interesting.