Chapter 1
I know a person- well not a person, exactly – who calls himself the Doctor. He's of a distant planet named Gallifrey. Well, in my perspective, from my planet, it's not that distant. But anyway, he loves to save your planet, and whoever inhabits it. Don't get me wrong, it's a good thing he does that. It's just… we've both been taught not to interfere. I mean, yes, he's the last of his kind, so it doesn't really matter… you know what? Never mind. I think it's wonderful he does that stuff. I try, but I'm just not as smart as him, even though I am several million years older than him. I'm from a race called the Dranagones, dragon-like humanoids that can do all sorts of things, like flying, fire-breathing, morphing, time-traveling, and all sorts of other stuff. I'm green, and look like I'm thirteen. But anyway, back to the Doctor.
I knew him back on our two planets. He was a Time Lord, and I was Dranagone, two races that got along pretty well, so we forged an immediate friendship. We would talk about all sorts of things. He grew up and had a family. Everything was going well. Until the time war with the Daleks. His family was killed, but he managed to escape with a blue device known as the TARDIS. The Dranagones didn't get themselves involved in the time war, so I'm not the last of my kind, but the doctor is. I said goodbye to him a long time ago, and I thought it was about time to find him again. So, since the Dranagones can run really fast and time travel, that's what I did. I traveled to 21st century Earth to find the Doctor.