I never know why. I only know who. My carer. She cares so I don’t have to. I’ve lived for over 2000 years and not all of them have been good. Oh, my giddy aunt! I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy of which human nature is merely a part. I need…I need…I need… fish fingers and custard! The universe hangs by such a delicate thread of coincidences that it would be useless to meddle with it, unless like me you’re a Time Lord. No, not the hugging. I’m against the hugging.
We are not of this race. We are not of this earth. Susan and I are wanderers in the fourth dimension of time and space. This thing is smaller on the inside than it is on the outside. Exotic alien swords are easy to come by, Aces are rare. I can’t stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and lost souls. Yeah? Well I’m the Lord of Time. Why do you have three mirrors? Why don’t you just turn your head? And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other. A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.