Doctor Who
The Missing Companion
The Doctor. That name resonates throughout the universe, carrying a wave a hope to some, fear to others. And along with that name comes others; the Rose that never withered, the Girl who Fought, the Girl who Forgot, and the Girl who Waited. There are many others and each has their own story to tell. But I am not known like those others. He pushed my memory far beneath the surface and only ever brings it up when he needs it. The Doctor was wearing his eleventh face when I met him. Different face, same name and still not ginger. He was my Doctor. My Doctor angel, who fell from the sky and took me away to happiness. Of course, with the Doctor, not every moment can be considered happy. When you're being chased by a Sontaran fleet or held captive by Haemo-Goths as they debate what seasonings you need before you're roasted, it's a little hard to keep a positive attitude. But that didn't make a difference to me. I focused on the good things the Doctor showed me; the crystal jungles of Nula, the Lost Moon of Poosh at midnight, Leonardo DaVinci's workshop whilst he was out buying groceries, the Medusa Cascade and so much more. But nobody knows of our adventures, even those who were involved don't remember me. I was wiped from their minds and banished from existence. So here's my story, the forgotten fairytale. My name is Annie Sabbath. I am the Girl who was Lost in Time.