The first time you see him, he's running.
He might be running from aliens, running with you, running from you, the list goes on. He's a curiosity, that Time Lord, and you do exactly what you're not meant to do: get curious. Somehow, you get swept up, a leaf in the rushing winds of time and space.
There's an adventure. There's always an adventure. It might be on your home planet, or far from it, but it's always there. You might end up trapped, or tortured, but what does it matter? The storm's already had you in its clutches. It always has.
Then you see the blue box. How fitting that it is bigger on the inside, just like its thief. Both are so young, but so old at the same time.
He warns you, or invites you. It's the same thing. Danger, fear, shadows lurking in the corner deciding to come out. You consider.
But there are so many wonders in the universe, so many things that madman in a blue box could show you. So you do the inevitable, the thing that has lured so many into his whirling storm:
You decide to run with him.
