“It was as if the King of Summer had scooped up a piece of the jungle floor in his burning hands and given it wings. He put it in the care of a woman's womb, and only he will ever know why, but is there really any safer place? The Doctor began as blood, muscle, and bone, but he came out flying. He was given a name, a melody in the dragonfly labrum, and it was put into words so his mother could call him.”