My name is The Mystic. I'm not claiming to be a Time Lord, because I know you won't believe me, but I am. A Time Lady, more or less. I'm writing this to tell you my story, my life after Gallifrey and the Time War. The Doctor wasn't supposed to find me and know the pain I suffered at his and Rassilon's hands. How I saw the future before The Visionary could ever know what was bound to happen. I saw the danger Earth was in before Rassilon decided to move Gallifrey across time and space. When I looked into the Time Vortex for the first time, I ran as far as I could. In that, I saw not only the whole of time and space, but the endless existence of my race. My heart was on fire, burning for help and I thought I could only give it to myself.

But almost 700 years of silence with nothing but my voice to comfort me kept me wondering. Should I seek Him? The only one left to ease my loneliness? It wouldn't be fair to him to know that I was around, but how angry would he be at me for leaving before the war even broke out? I left, a coward, not even daring to see the first second of our demise.

I crept around corners, watching Him sometimes. I was there when Rose became Bad Wolf, I was there when Martha saved him from The Master's evil plans and the Toclafane, I was there when he saved Donna Noble from the Racnoss. But still, my cowardice kept me away from Him. Kept me away from all conflict and all terror that the Doctor so seeked in his everyday life. I strived for normalcy, jumping from place to place in my pink TARDIS, making sure it never found the danger and the excitement that the Doctor sought to find in his adventures. Mine were relaxing, even dull at times. I kept hidden, ignoring a few Time Lord calls I got. I felt so bad when I received one that was screaming for help. I didn't want to face my own kind again. I made sure the Doctor could never feel me.

But now, time has changed. The timeline that I always saw, the whole of time and space living inside me, had changed. I couldn't see my future anymore. It was blocked and blurred, cloudy. Me, The Mystic, could no longer see what was going to happen to me and this frightened me beyond my wildest dreams. I thought it had meant certain death, but little did I realize, it meant something entirely more important:

I twirled and pressed the buttons on my lovely TARDIS, but even though I was in love with her, I couldn't help that nagging, anxious feeling at the back of my mind that my future had suddenly gone cloudy. I couldn't escape from something before it would happen. I thought for certain this meant my end: that death was upon me and soon. I feared my death, of course, my ever-present cowardice lingering, but living for over 900 years puts a certain kind of wise, terrible façade on your idea of death. You come to terms with it many-a-time throughout your life. Sometimes, I think a Time Lord lives too long.

My TARDIS was spinning out of control, going on its own to some destination I knew nothing of. No idea where, no idea when. My life was chaos, and I believed that it was ending soon. That my TARDIS would explode and me with it, predicting the cloudy future that held my destiny. But then, we abruptly stopped, the TARDIS throwing me to the other side of the ship. I lifted my head to look around, the main core finally slowing and cooling down to the right temperature. I stood up and sighed. I held myself up, still recovering from my recent regeneration; another reason why I thought I was dying. My body had regenerated many times without any warning in the past few weeks. Right after I was done with one, soon after another would start, as if I was sick in some way.

"Oi!" I heard from outside the doors of my TARDIS. How? How was that possible? It was meant to be concealed from everybody. Then, I felt it. His presence.

My heart skipped a beat, my mind racing. He'd know, he'd know, of course he'd know. I got up immediately and ran to the console of my TARDIS, trying to get it to leave this place and time, trying to find someplace else to go. Away from Him, away from the truth He'd know. But my TARDIS wouldn't cooperate, leaving me stuck and stranded here, wherever here was.

"Hey!" I heard once more. I heard his sonic screwdriver trying to open the door. I bolted the door heavily and heard knocking from the outside.

"Who are you?" He asked. I kept silent for a moment before I heard, "I know you're in there!"

"Nobody! Go away, and quit jamming my guidance system," I shouted, still trying to leave this place.

"Oh no, I know you know something. You can't be a TimeLord, so what are you?" He asked again.

"Nothing. Nobody. Let me leave!" I insisted, still trying everything I knew how to do.

"You aren't going anywhere until you explain yourself to me face to face," he said, still pounding on the door. I realized my struggle was futile. Here it was, I'd have to face Him. I walked over to the door, unbolted it, and opened its hinges.

I let my guard down, unleashing the secret of my Gallifreyan past. He could feel me now. His eyes became glossy, his mouth agape.

"Where… have you been?" He asked. I smiled slightly to see such a familiar face.