A crack in the shade of my dad's apartment. Exactly like the one in Amy Pond's wall. This can only mean two things: Prisoner Zero has escaped or it's just a crack in time and space. Curse you, Steven Moffat! You've made me afraid of statues, shadows, gas masks (not to mention WWII in general), and now cracks. Great job.
Cheese Face out.
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