I'm not the Doctor, though. I stopped believing in him a long time ago. I couldn't risk endangering my family if the government knew my true name, so I decided to go by the name Doctor. You see, when I was younger, back when I had a family and a home and everything was normal, I loved watching Doctor Who. I was completely obsessed with him, and I found myself wishing he would show up out of the blue. I wished he would show up in that bigger on the inside box of his, and show me the stars. I had always wished for a more exciting life. If only I knew then what I know now. I had spent years listening for that sound. "It's impossible," my brother used to say. "The Doctor isn't real." I told him I knew that, but that's not what I really thought. I figured that the Doctor had to exist in another dimension, and if the TARDIS could slip through the Void, and land safely on the other side, I could finally meet my hero. But that's not what happened.
A few years later, things started to change. I woke up one morning with huge, white wings. They were beautiful. I didn't tell anyone about them, though. I didn't want people to see me as a freak. But once in a while, I would sneak outside and practice flying. After a while, I got pretty good. Unfortunately, someone must have seen me one of those days, because after a few months, when I was flying around, someone shot me down. I saw so many people. At least fifteen soldiers were there. I managed to escape, but I knew I could never go back home. I couldn't risk endangering my family. I waited until midnight, then I snuck back home. I left a note saying I had to leave, and not to come looking for me. I said I couldn't tell them why, but they had to trust me, and do as I said. I gathered some things I would need, and left. That was two years ago.
A couple of times, the government caught up with me. They locked me up and experimented on me, but I got out. After a while, my bounty grew, and I was forced to leave America. I knew I couldn't go to any of the neighboring countries; if I went off the grid, they would expect that, so I hid in the cargo bay of a plane, and flew to England. I had always wanted to go to England. I was able to get a flat with money that I had... well... acquired in my travels. And this is where I'm at. This is where the past stops and the present starts... but I have a feeling that there will be more to come. Much, much more. And I'll tell you it all. Because no matter what comes my way, I'll be ready.