Immediatley he knew Clara was his type of person. Something Awesome, would do just fine. It would be the best way to gain her trust and figure out who and what she was. Defiantly human but something new.

He wondered if he should eventually tell her. He didn't like keeping secrets, especially the ones you kept from loved ones to 'keep then safe." (though he had no loved ones to speak of.) that eventually came back to haunt you.

And the Doctor didn't need any more ghosts. That's when he decided that he would always keep his promises. Still doesn't mean I can't lie. For right now, it's best to keep the information about her past lives to myself.

It's not keeping a secret, only leaving out one minor detail.

I laughed and giggled at the many aliens, not because they looked silly but because they reminded me of the Star Wars films I used to watch as a kid.

Just as I was enjoying myself, The Doctor wondered off. Why do I get a feeling he's starting to make a habit of that?

Then, a little girl, running from shady looking characters, caught my attention. Mary, the Queen of years, was to partake in the festivel and sing in front of a God. She had a bit touch of stage fright.

I helped the child. She reminded me of myself, when I was frightened. I took her to the safest place. When I tried to open the doors to the blue box it wouldn't budge. "I think it doesn't like me."

Could a box be alive? Well it's a time machine and I've already seen the beyond weird. We hid behind the TARDIS instead. And I told her a story.

He let it into his mind, into his soul. Pouring out all his grief and guilt into rage.

He'd seen it to many times before. Parasities possing as Gods, feeding off of people, their suffering. None of them had suffering compared to his.

He would not let these people suffer. He would suffer. Maybe the deaths of those he caused would be repented. Yet he didn't believe it completly.

What had he been thinking? This wouldn't amount to all those deaths, not even one. Deaths caused by his actions. He was so sick of it. Only to find something else to live for, only for it to be ripped out of his life, time and time again. Rage began to build. The same rage that remimded him of Demon's run. One of his worst days. The first time he felt true anger. And right now his anger truely showed. He could feel it course through him, "YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL."

I was angry again. This time I could not control it. Right at that moment I didn't care if I died. I'd save a civlisation from a merciless God, freeing them from the enternal hell they endeered for generations. It seemed a good way to go. Those thoughts only just made me angrier.

But nderneath all that anger...

He was afraid.

"Do you think he's afraid?" Mary asked me.

"Yeah." I anwsered back, though I thought that the Doctor was never the one hardly to get frightened. But sometimes maybe he had to put on a brave face. Just like the rest of us. Alien, or human, we all have a little humanity in us.

That's what I saw in him. When I came back to him on the mo-ped. I could not leave him. He did save my life twice. As I approched him, he looked like an ordinary man. I'm not saying that because he looks human on the outside.

What I saw touched and tore at my heart. I remembered all the things my mother told me when I was a little girl and frightened. And I added what he said to that memory, We don't walk away.

Well, this is me, not walking way.

I saw his sadness, not if you could call it that. Despair. It seemed more fitting. Seeing the sight of him, it looked as if anyone were to touch him, he'd shatter. But he didn't under my touch.

He was probably never this vulnerable in front of anyone. And it made me do the most humanly thing as possible. Help. I sacrifised what I held dear to my heart. The most important leaf in human history.