He jumps to his feet, "Stop it! Just... stop it right there. You're acting like your life is over, like this is the final, absolute, definitive, ending with no other 'chose your own adventures'." He moves to her cupping her face in his hands, "Don't you get it, Donna? You've seen so much, and you're so brilliant, and yet you never think you're good enough for anything."

He pulls away, "There are worlds upon worlds out there, yes, but you! You are the narrator of your story! Donna, as the Ood pointed out, you have your own song! Go out there and sing it, change the melody, grasp the tone, find the crescendo, because it's not over just yet!"