It's a Christmas miracle! You're all together again and that's what matters! Fix each other up and get some sleep before tomorrow comes, okay? Merry Christmas, boys!! And a happy Hanukkah to you, Dok!
“It is kind of a miracle, huh?” murmurs Dok, staring up at the ceiling.
Trick is fast asleep beside him. He looks well. His body’s warm.
“I think we always feel like the oil’s going to run out,” Doktor continues softly, holding him. “Like that’s it, that’s all. This is the last of it. And once it’s gone, we’re done for.
But then… you have miracles.”
He pulls Trick closer to his chest, sighing warmly.
Content on Christmas Eve, on the third day of Hanukkah.
“And the oil does not run out. The enemy does not win like you thought he would. You keep fighting and you light your candles and you hold your head up and trust in things greater than yourself, and they sustain you when you thought you couldn’t keep going, not for another day, not for another moment.”
Doktor closes his eyes. The smile on his mouth is warm as the flame of his candles.
“You have your lights in the darkness,” he whispers, dozing off. “You have enough oil after all.”
