If I had known that I could stop time simply by talking … oh, the fun I might have had. Not a moment before, Amy and Romana had been frozen in time, their mouths hanging open, cut off in mid-speech. Not by me mind you, but by the incorporeal form of Rose Tyler who controlled all of time and space with…
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 him into a trance of regret. Oh yes, I’ve had…
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 which side is the least frustrating to deal with right…
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, it’s rolling up to the TARDIS console next to me…
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 way I see it is if every living creature is…