The old man sat in his armchair cradling a glass in his tired old hands. It was a sitting room like any other sitting room in the universe. A French fireplace sat prominent in the room, with an oil painting of the a French woman on the mantelpiece. There was a brass placque on the picture which said the name "Madame De Pompadeur."
Other things in the room showed that this was not a normal room. On the walls around the room there were 13 picture frames, however only 10 of them had any pictures in them. Each of the pictures were different. From an old man in the first one, a short man with an funny haircut and checked trousers in the secont, to a dandy in the third. The fourth held a bohemian type with a floppy hat and long scarf to an Edwardian cricketer in the fifth. The sixth and seventh pictures were wildly different. The sixth held a picture of a flamboyant man with a coat of many colours whilst the seventh held a man with a hat, brown sports coat and a red handled umbrella. On the final wall that held the framed pictures, there was another portrait with an Edwardian gentleman in it, curly hair with a twinkle in his eyes. It was on the next picture that the twinkle that had been seen in every one of the previous portraits eyes was different. The look in the ninth portrait was a look of a man who had seen far too much, and had lived through too much. You could tell this by the haircut and the basic clothing. Black leather jacket, black top and black trousers. This was a man in mourning. It was only on the tenth picture that there was a hint of a twinkle in the eyes, hair and clothing. The remaining frames were all empty canvas. They were canvases waiting to be filled.
On the table opposite the man sat a bag of jelly babies which the old man sometimes ate, with blueprints to various different machines and tools. Mechanical dog to a sonic screwdriver, 6 sided consoles to what could only be described as a on the shoulder vacuum cleaner.
The old man stood up and went to the drinks cabinet and refilled his glass from a dusty bottle and held his glass up to the pictures in the room.
"To yourselves gentlemen. With out you I would not be standing where I am now. And I promise you that when I'm done, I think it will be time to get rid of the portraits in this dusty old room, in this dusty old TARDIS, to this dusty old life."
And the man known as The Valyard sat back down on his seat, and drained his glass, chuckling as his eyes moved to each of the portraits, stopping on the tenth picture. Without warning he stood up and hurled his glass at the picture, ripping it from its frame.
And laughed even though there was no one to hear him.