The thrumming, racing need for adventure is something that a Time Lord, especially one who calls himself a traveller, cannot resist. And adventure has a name. For every star, for every galaxy, for every tiny portion of matter within each universe, there is a name, and so adventure. And that name is everything. Everything is adventure; there is adventure in everything. Nobody on any planet could possibly think to know everything, unless ignorant or naïve, apart from one individual. One who calls himself a Time Lord – the last of the Time Lords – and a traveller. If anyone could claim to know everything, it would be him.
Yet here he stands, that Time Lord, that traveller, facing the unknown. He thought he'd known everything, better than any and absolutely completely, but he'd clearly been wrong.
His breathing was heavy, arms slightly raised as if to flee, or reach for the sonic device in his pocket. Should he scan this strange something, this unfamiliar familiarity? Or was this something dangerous? Something to run from? No. Was it time to run again? It couldn't be. He didn't want to run again. Though afraid of this unknown, of something that was not a part of everything, something non-physical and untouched by him, he wanted to expose himself to it again.
The blonde-haired girl, inches from his face, watched him with an expression of mingled wonder, confusion and exasperation. Was she waiting? Waiting for a decision? What would his decision be? His mind was blank, but all he could think was did he want this something? Something that (he began to realise) was quickly becoming the new everything to him?
Once more, softly, his lips touched hers. He felt her smile against his mouth as she returned his kiss.
Yes. This was something better than everything else. This was something unfamiliar, something new and undiscovered. True adventure, but more than that. Something he did not remember ever knowing, but something that was now the only thing that mattered.
This was love.