"My name is Hera Elanor Stoltz. I never believed there was anything special about me, until that one day. I never thought I would run away with a strange man, until that one day. I never dreamed that I would actually get the chance to experience the history I held so dear, until that one day. That one day changed my life, that one day was years of travels. Now I'm left to live the rest of my tedious life on earth with nothing but a spiral notebook of memories. This is the story of how I reencounter normal life."
I sighed after typing the paragraph. Am I really always this melodramatic? I think while re-reading. I glance at the bottom of the screen, 12:07 AM, June 2nd. It has been a week since the Doctor left me at my parents Memorial Day barbecue. I didn't want to leave, and he didn't want me to go, but apparently some timey-wimey thing demanded me to go back to earth while I was still young. He had promised to send me an explanation some day.
Basil, my enormous Maine Coon cat, jumped onto the keyboard and sent a flurry of letters flying onto the screen. "No!" I screeched as I gently shoved him off. I don't even know why I'm writing this. It won't make the Doctor come back. It won't make me any adventures. It won't make anybody wonder why I look so different after just one day. It won't make a single soul care. I scratched Basil behind the ears. At least he cares. Basil always cares. "Should I post it?" The feline just purrs and lifts his chin to be rubbed. "What the hell. It's not like anyone will read it"
I click the round little submit button and watch as my post gets added as the first onto a blog I created. "Hera and the Alien" was what I chose to call it. I figured writing about my experiences would help me to become just another library technician shuffling her way through college again. I already had my Bachelors in library science, but had been working towards an anthropology degree when I left. Why had I chosen these? Because books and cats have been the only things that stuck with me my whole life. Books are my parents, my children, my lovers. And history books are the best kind, so I decided to go with historical anthropology also, but that was more of a last second-decision. It was a pretty useful decision while travelling with the Doctor though. The skills I learned helped me to analyze the different civilizations we encountered.
I jumped as my laptop pinged. Shocked that anyone would actually respond, I scrolled down to read the comment. It was by a man named John Smith. "Please be him." I whispered, recognizing my best friends alias.
'Now this doesn't sound like the Hera I know! Cheer up a bit, life will be far less tedious soon.' He can read it! He can communicate! I grin ear to ear as I type back 'Doesn't seem like it.'
'That's what you said when we first met too, remember?' I did remember, very well. Sunday May 25, the day that started it all.