Oh that daft old man! Always running and hobbling in me. Ha! He thinks he saves the day. Little does he know that it is me who lands him at the point exactly between where he wants to be and where he needs to be.
Calls himself the Doctor eh? Can’t even fix my chameleon circuit! I’m stuck as an old blue police box. Well, I have grown to like it over the years; it is classy you know.
Oh what good is he! Always banging and poking my console. He doesn’t even know how I work. Great idea ‘borrowing’ something you don’t even know how to use! But hey, he doesn’t know that it was me who ‘borrowed’ him. I wanted to see the universe, to explore. And now wherever we go my whining noise brings hope.
Our planet is gone. It succumbed to the last great Time War. At least the Daleks were wiped out as consolation. Great deeds do require greater sacrifices. The Doctor and I did manage to save it Gallifrey at the eleventh hour. All thirteen of us did. But our grand planet is trapped in the fabric of space, between two parallel universes, time locked. We can’t visit anymore. I miss it so much. It was the most beautiful planet. That orange sky with the two blazing suns, fields of red, trees with the blue leaves. All gone. We are the last of our species, the Doctor and I. The last of the Time Lords. And I am the last TARDIS. But we move on because we must. Loitering about all of time and space. Oh the wonderful adventures we’ve had!
Both of us have grown quite fond of a particular planet. Earth, it is called. The habitants, humans are a brilliant species. Always surviving and moving on. Attaining great successes. The Doctor takes a companion; even a Lord of Time gets lonely. He chooses them very well. They are extraordinary! Representing the best of humanity!
The Doctor is a good man. Despising weapons, he saves the day with a sonic screwdriver and the he’ll just swagger off in me. He is the on coming storm. The bringer of darkness. The Saviour. And the universe beware. This planet is protected; by a mad man in a blue box.