Falling is a weird thing; breaking. Your body is ripping to shreds yet you can't feel a thing. You just remember. You remember things from the lives you haven't lived.
Oh, but I have lived them.
Well, not me. Copies of me. I am the original. I just remember.
Oh, and he'll remember too, the Doctor. He'll remember me, just like I told him to.
Run. Run you clever boy. And remember me.
I remember my first time saving him. My first copy.
(Gallifrey, a long time ago)
The Doctor walked down the hall with his granddaughter, Susan. To his left were rows of big, metal, cylinders; Tardis'. They picked one, opened it, and Susan got in. The Doctor almost stepped in, but I stopped him.
"Doctor." I said calmly. He didn't hear me. "Doctor." I repeat.
"Yes. What is it? What do you want?" He said, sounding as though he was in a hurry.
"Sorry." I apologize. "But you're about to make a very big mistake." He looks at me, confused, but his look told me to explain. "Don't steal that one," I continue, walking over to the Tardis next to the one he was at. I lean against it. "Steal this one. The navigation system's knackered." I smile as he calls Susan and they walk over to the Tardis I'm at. I snap my fingers and the door opens.
Oh but that's not the only time I've saved him. I've got millions of stories to tell. Millions of copies, millions of stories, and one purpose; I always save the Doctor. No matter where he is, or who he is. I'm always there.