The first time was when she was six. She was staring out of the glass dome that contained the Estates of Dvora and other political housings, when a elderly (in appearance- you can never really tell with some Time Lords) man caught her eye. He was walking up to something that resembled an old blue box from Earth. She supposed it was his TARDIS. Hesitantly walking closer, she asked him "Are you going outside of the dome?"

The man turned to look at her and he regarded her with thoughtful eyes.

"Yes, I am. Why are you asking?"

Her gaze turned pleading. "Would you take me with you? Just a quick trip. And only outside of the domes. We won't even leave Gallifrey."

The man smiled softly. "Why not, little one. Come inside."

He turned and opened the door to the blue box; Romana followed behind. She turned in a circle, admiring the classic architecture and tech of a Type 40 TARDIS.

"She's very nice, but I didn't think Type 40s were still in commission. That's what my teacher said, anyways." She told the man.

He gave her a very large smile and said, winking, "They're not."

He swiftly turned to the console. "So, where to? The Mountains of Solace and Solitude? Or perhaps Cadonflood River? I always enjoyed that river. Who knows, my old trinkets might still be there."

Romana scrunched her face up. "I think Cadonflood River sounds fun."

"Cadonflood it is, then."

"You know, I'm six. It's almost time for me to look into the Untempered Schism." Romana told the Time Lord while she splashed around in the shallow part of the river.

He looked at her with interest. "Are you? I remember when I did that. Are you nervous?"

She nodded, "If you don't mind me asking, what did you do?"

He frowned pensively. "I ran. I don't regret it, but sometimes I wish I had stayed."

Romana walked softly up to him, dripping water as she did. "Maybe you weren't running from it. Maybe you were running to it."

The man laughed heartily. "Maybe. Come, your minders are probably getting worried."

Romana waved goodbye to the strange man standing outside his TARDIS before turning around the corner. Who knew, perhaps they might meet again someday.

"Romanadvoratrelundar! You are soaking wet! What were you doing?"