The Doctor, a short little man who could be described as a cosmic hobo, looked at the scrolls around him.
"I must say, this is quite a collection," he said admiringly.
"Quite," said the woman who'd asked to meet him. "But you're history will be the most interesting to say the least."
"Oh? What makes you say that?"
"Well your history, spread across all of time and space-" The Doctor held up for silence, shifting uncomfortably.
"Ah, yes. Well I haven't done any of that yet. It can't really be history if it's in my future, so to speak."
"Well can I chronicle what you've already done?" asked the woman desperately.
"Thanks but no thanks. I've already spent most of my life running from my history. I'd rather not have it catch up to me. It's better if people don't know that I tend to get... involved."
"Indeed," admitted the lady. "Ah well. Another time then."