I once said,
so very long ago,
that the doctor not knowing who I was,
would kill me.
I said it whilst meaning every word.
And it was the truth.
Truthful in every way, shape, and form.
Through all of time and space,
I see his echoes.
I watch them resound,
traveling through the echoes,
to see him once more.
To watch him.
The Doctor.
Sometimes I interfere,
sometimes I don't.
I'm not quite sure,
if I am being totally honest.
But this time is different.
Very different from the rest.
Last time we met,
he barely recognized my face.
But still... he knew my name.
And it was enough.
It was enough for me.
But this time,
it is different than the rest.
He doesn't know, who I am.
He sees me as the leader,
of the expedition.
But he doesn't know me.
Not. One. Bit.
And I do believe it is killing me,
with every breathe I take,
that he doesn't know me.
So, it is time.
Time for me to die.
The time lady has come to an end.
Saving once more,
her dearest friend.
I hold no regrets,
it was for the good of us all.
I am not sorry.
Not at all.
