It makes you wonder sometimes, what goes through your head when you make decisions. Whether or not they've been thought out thoroughly or you rely too much on impulse. Either way, they both tend to backfire on you and you're always digging another grave. Another piece of your soul buried into the dirt or scattered across the stars to taunt you with. A constant reminder. Sometimes, you let that get the best of you. You want to share this feeling but you know far too well that no one else in this vast universe will ever be able to relate. So you do what you can. You hide, you pretend, you take young impressionable girls to witness the end of their world. The day their sun betrays them and destroys everything they once knew. And to add to the discomfort, surround them by aliens that make it their hobby to watch destruction. A spectacle. That's all their lives are. Within the blink of an eye, they're older. They've grown up. Another and they're gone forever. So you try not to blink. Not only to keep the monsters still but to keep them in your sight. The companions. The people you encounter. All just fleeting moments. Sometimes, you feel like you can keep up with them. Change your face with the faces of those who keep you company. But they constantly change along with their faces while you remain the same lonely, old man behind a new mask. Behind a new persona. Oh sure they are amused and go along with it, but eventually they all realize you're an act. That's why they leave you - well if they're lucky enough to do so of their own will. What about those unfortunate few? The ones lost in another dimension? Can't remember without the risk of instant, painful death? Or those who died along the way? Do you really think you can keep this up much longer? Someone's already said it before - the only real companion you can never lose is Death. He's stuck around longer than anyone and touched a few of those you've met. Jealousy, I suppose. Because he can't take you, he'll take those around you. The man who's always running from Death is his greatest business partner. He's got you figured out better than you have any image of yourself. So how long are you going to keep this up? How long will you fight Death? Keep changing your face, hoping he won't recognize you? Speaking of companions, why do you like them so young? Another thing to keep your mind off how little time you have left? Not many regenerations to go -
"Are you going to just stand there and talk like an imbecile or get to a point?" The Doctor muttered under his breath as he struggled to steady the TARDIS in mid-flight.
"You should know, Doctor." The Dream Lord smiled at him and leaned against the console, watching the old man struggle like a fly in cream "Who is it here who's the brains of this operation and knows how to solve all the problems of the universe while leaving a trail of coffins?"
"Doctor," Amy's voice cut through the air as she leaned in closer, "who are you talking to?"He shook his head, defeated. "Myself."