He yelled at me to regenerate. I contemplated it in my head, as I lay there, my head in his arms. Little did he know, I had thought I was the last of the Time lords as well. I did not want anybody to feel that pain, not even my worst enemy. And so, I did.
The light began, and as did the light in The Doctor's eyes. I had thought it would be hell come to life to have to stay with him, and it was. All I wanted, for a whole century, was to strangle him, and take the TARDIS for myself. But I didn't. I started to get a bit more used to his company, and eventually began to enjoy it.
In my head, the mind numbing song of the drums came to an end.
