Theta Sigma sat in his room, positively frightened. What would he do now that he's out of the academy? Would he get a T.A.R.D.I.S? What would his life be like? He had had so much fun with the Master (he had no idea why he suddenly decided to call himself that, his other nickname was fine) until now, but what if he wanted to do something else? They both still had 12 regenerations to use, so maybe they would be friends now, but enemies with each other when they regenerated. He kept wondering about all this, but continued to fall back on the fact that his friend now liked to be called the Master. Maybe it was a name that called him. Maybe it was a promise to himself. Theta had never made a promise to himself before, much less a new name. Maybe he should. He looked around his room to find something that would be a clue as to what he would promise himself within this new name. His pet flubble sauntering around caught his eye. He had kept her alive for so long that he knew everything about her and how to take care of her. Doctors take care of things, too. He hated to see anything die, especially if it was on his own account. That's it! His name would be the Doctor! That way he would make sure to keep the values he has for the rest of his life. He still didn't get the Master's name, but maybe he has a different set of values that matched that name. He began to think about that, and realized that there were not many good values to come along with that name. He would have to watch out for him.
Mid-thought, his mother came into the room, carrying 2 boxes, one large and cube-shaped, the other flat. He didn't hear what she said, but got up and walked over to her and opened the boxes. Inside the flat one was a flowing red robe. Apparently it was his graduation outfit. Time Lords didn't get formal attire like this until they made it to graduation. He already knew what was in the other one, and didn't want to even open it… he wanted to burn it. The only thing that he did know about this day is that he'd have to wear that big, bulky headdress, and if he were to make it into the government, he'd have to wear it every day. He didn't even get the purpose of it. He had learned that they were originally armor, which would make sense, but Time Lords were no longer in danger of anything, so therefore there was no purpose of them. Either way, tradition was tradition, and he told himself he could bury it afterwards. Forget about the government position.