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The Doctor
Legend tells of a mighty warrior that wanders the cosmos who could topple regimes with a single word (or rather six), stopping armies in their tracks at the sound of his voice (and a show of confidence) and slaying monsters with little more than his wits. He is ancient, and his loneliness clings like a cloud around him no one besides the very last of their kinds can understand. It is said he has no name, that who he is is hidden in darkness and shame, so his enemies and his friends bestow titles…
The Last of the Time Lords…
Lonely Angel…
Defender of Earth…
The Oncoming Storm….
… and …he couldn't get out of England.
He didn't notice at first. After all most of his travels brought him to Earth, even when he was shooting for a destination halfway across the universe. His beloved Time And Relative Dimensions in Space is much much older than he is – and he's nine hundred years old, so he doesn't comment on a destination quirk now and again. But after five tries, finally landing him in London, 4:28 am June 3rd, 2018, AD he got out of the TARDIS to let her cool down and to walk off his frustration.
The night was cool and the streets quiet. He spied a billboard for La Boheme playing that night. Maybe he'd visit a museum – he liked museums, liked to see how many of his adventures ended up there, what they got right and what they got wrong. He didn't expect a great adventure – not all his trips ended up a race for life, and this definitely had the feel of a ho-hum, do-nothing Sunday.
Megara Savvides
The curtain couldn't entirely block the glow from the parking lot lights. There wasn't quite enough fabric to the job properly – a common design flaw in many hotels. That and their poor taste in art. Mercifully it was too dim to fully make out the insipid blobs of color she'd been staring at for the past half hour. The clock by her head read 4:27 in the morning. The math was easy: three hours sleep – an hour less than she usually had, but she wouldn't get anymore tonight, she knew. A natural ability to get by on less sleep coupled with her nightmares freed up most of her nights. Finally, boredom got her to her feet. She'd go for a walk until she found a café open. She suppressed a wince at the sharp pinch in her side. The pills on her nightstand both tempted and repulsed her. She left them unopened. After a quick shower, she was out the door by 4:44 unaware of how dramatically her life would change within the hour.