The Last
So alone. So very very alone. No one knows what it's like, to be the last, the very last of your kind. No one. Some people think their alone. But they're not, not really. They have people, strangers. I only have my big blue box. That's what I am, a lonely old man with his time machine. I have all of time and space. But I'm still alone. Some call me the lonely god, the oncoming storm, the mad man with a box. But mostly I'm called danger, run, hide or the last. The last of the Time Lords. I hate that title, the last; I want to be one of many. But no, I'm the last. When I found The Master I thought for a second I was free of my loneliness, but no. I'm still the last, all my family, all my race, gone. I truly am the last of the Time Lords. And I hate it, always running, leaving my troubles behind, always leaving, before I get attached, always crying, because I did get attached, and they died, I hate it. I could never understand why the Dalek's wanted to be the only race, wouldn't they be all alone, why would they want to be all alone. It never made sense. I'm so alone, very alone. I really am the last, but that's why I'm scary and frightening, no one could kill me, my whole race, but not me. I am the Last of the Time Lords, the Lonely God, The Doctor, and I hate it.