Listen to the song "Bruises" by "Train". Think about Doctor Who. Bruises. Doctor Who. Isn't it obvious? IT'S ABOUT THE DOCTOR MEETING ONE OF HIS OLD COMPANIONS. LIKE LEELA OR SOMEONE. ISN'T IT OBVIOUS? Also, I have a really good excuse for not posting anything in weeks. So, I was out camping, and-OH MY GOD! THERE'S A BEAR IN MY ROOM! I'LL EXPLAIN LATER. RIGHT NOW A BEAR IS EATING MY FEZ. NOBODY EATS MY FEZ.
I was quite all right without you, I should say. Quite all right. I was perfectly fine with traveling alone. Then I crashed onto your dismal little planet and everything changed. I saved the day, no surprise there. Then, at the very last second, immediately after I refused you for a companion, the unthinkable happened.
You simply ignored me.
A stowaway, most would call you. But you were quite a bit more than that. You ran straight past me and attacked the controls.
"What are you doing? Stop that!"
Oh, but what adventures we had. Those robots! I'm so glad you didn't say "I told you so." And I even let you save the day with that helium!"
"Somebody better let the little mouse out of its cupboard."
And then Victorian London. Oh, my. That was a scary one. That gentleman nearly had a heart attack, I think, with the way you ate. Your manners were atrocious.
"We can't have you running around in skins in Victorian London."
And then the invasion. The invasion of time, we called it on Gallifrey. You call it, I guess. I finally got what I wanted. You got off of the TARDIS and stopped pressing buttons. You settled down and acted more civilized. You were on your way to becoming a proper young lady.
"I'll miss you."
And you never heard me say good-bye. And in case you're still wondering?
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"I'll miss you too, savage."