"That's not unique," Amy says, trying to soften the words, but she feels like she needs to say it. "I've seen galaxies, the past, the future, dinosaurs on a spaceship and aliens on earth and beyond, and I still barely understand any of it," she admits, which is saying nothing about the headache of a knot that her relationship with her daughter is.

"If the ocean is special and talks to you, then it talks to you," she says, maybe a bit stubborn, but she's still lashing out after years of being told the Raggedy Doctor hadn't been real. "Maybe it's just cross? Did you piss it off?" she quips wryly.