I remember him. The man with the bowtie and the blue box. He convinced me to not give up, the night I sat in the rain, starving to death. Those simple words of encouragement gave me hope. Something I very much needed then. He said he’d be looking out for me.
The night before the Quarter Quell, he came back. He called himself the Doctor. And he wanted me to come explore space and time with him.
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