Being a Time Lord means I have all the time in the world. Doesn't that sound glamorous? I can go anywhere and see anything. I can travel to the future to watch the death of a planet or I can travel to 16th Century France and meet the King's mistress. I can meet any species of life (they come in all shapes and sizes) and step into any part of their life, but it is humans I find so fascinating.
They are most like me after all. Well, they look like me anyway. Almost. Obviously not as good looking. And they try to think like me, though they just can't quite get to my intellectual level. Oh well, at least they try. And they are more cognitive than your average Dalak anyway.
I've met many interesting humans in my time you know: Prime Ministers, Kings and Queens, authors, and even chambermaids. There was this one maid in London who—oh never mind that. You see, it doesn't matter who they are.
They're all the same, these humans. They live! They don't even have to travel outside their planet, but by George they know how to live. They drink banana daiquiris and they dance! Oh how they dance.
And you can't help but love them, no matter who they are. You try to guard your heart against them, but you can't help it. They always manage to charm you by being just who they are: intelligent, unafraid to be themselves, teaching you to dance despite your protestations.
And they'll always break your heart. You leaf through the pages of their lives like a book to be treasured, but they always grow old and die before you think they should. And you are left just as alone as you were before you met them. Being a Time Lord means I have all the time in the world, but it is never enough.
The Time Lord (aka Doctor Who) is not of my own creation. I simply borrowed him for this write up. This story was written shortly after watching the episode "The Girl in the Fireplace" (my favorite episode in the new Doctor Who series so far). And the title is an homage to one of my favorite episodes of the original Twilight Zone.