I’ve had years to think about what I might say to Rose Tyler once I finally met her. Occasionally, I would be kind. Typically, I would be cross. The Doctor wears his pain and guilt for the girl on his sleeve, and the very mention of her name will put…
On my left is a small force of Daleks bursting forth from a rip in the universe that is slowly destroying anything and everything ever created. On my right is my husband’s former Time Lord companion, possibly girlfriend, and her robot dog. I actually have to stop and think about…
I hate Romana, even though I just met her. I know I should be respectful of a Time Lord of her stature and importance. She had been the Lord President of Gallifrey, for goodness sake. But before that she had traveled with the Doctor, along with her pesky robot dog. (Oh dear god,…
I confess that I am far more interested in meeting a new Time Lord than I am to save the universe from certain destruction. I’ve learned over the decades that any crisis, no matter the size, can always wait at least sixty seconds for a quick meet and greet. The…
Most days I remain inside my prison cell, serving my time for a crime that I sort of committed. I know that may sound confusing, but trust me, the truth is only that much more puzzling. Let’s just say I’ve been convicted of murder, although the man I killed is…