Author's Note: This is a series of Journal entries; from historical figures in Doctor Who. Each one is supposed to be ten years old. They are in chronological order, and the dates are right. Each person's account of the Doctor and their adventures with him are completely accurate, according to the history books at the University of Gallifrey.
Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Doctor Who, that is owned by the wonderful Russell T. Davies and Steven Moffat, respectively.
From the writing book of William Shakespeare
19 April, the year of our lord 1574
I was given this book on my journey home from school. It is a peculiar book; for it has no words on the pages. I asked mother why this was. She said it was because it was for writing in. I met a most interesting man on my way home. He came out of this large blue box; stumbling around like a drunk man. I asked him if he was alright, and he said 'Oh yes, I'm fine.' He straightened something that was around his neck; it was a long piece of cloth that was tied into the top of his blouse. It was blue in colour; and it had circular patterns on it. He leaned down so he was looking at me in the eye, and said:
'Hello, Will.'
'How do you come to know my name, sir?' I asked.
'Well' he said, moving his head to the right. 'I've been watching you, Will.'
'What do you mean by "watching me?" He has peculiar words, I thought.
'I mean that I have been going to different parts of your life, watching to see how you grow up.' He got on one of his knees in the wet dirt, and put one of his hands onto my shoulder. 'You become a very famous person, Will.' He pulled out from his cloak a blue book; with shapes on the front. 'Here, Will. I want you to have this. Think of it as an early birthday present.' He stood up, rubbing the dirt off of his trouser leg, and turned back to his box. 'You become someone very famous, the most famous playwright in the world.' I watched in wonder at his box, getting less and less easier to see. Then it was gone.
I wonder what he means. I thought to myself. I wonder…