I'm not Fred.

Well, I was rescued.  By the doctor, my doctor.  But, only now in his 12th regeneration.  He's been around a bit since our last meeting.  And what a reunion it was.

Let me explain.  I passed out after being given a sedative by the officers on the tram.  The doctor flew in heroically rescuing me in his Shiny Blue TARDIS, so strange yet so familiar.  I felt suddenly at home, more ever than any other I 'd been.

At first, I was taken aback.  It was all true, the dreams and whatnot, all of it.  But, I still couldn't wrap my head around the how.

The Doctor, not so dashing rather bumbling, had dashed into my flat and retrieved the dress and the fab watch, which he promptly returned to me upon awaking in his presence.

He coaxed me to open the watch, that it would explain everything.  When I finally did, hesitantly, it all became clear, who I was and how this all came to be.

I am Romanadvoratrelundar the Fourth, or Romana if you'd like.  But, please not Fred, anything but that.  Turns out, I had to take on the persona of Jane, give up my time-lady existence in order to hide from the forces of the Universe that wanted what I had in my possession, the Key of Time.  

My TARDIS had crashed to earth, colliding with that very same metro, the one from the aforementioned accident Justin had told me about.  

Taking on this existence, I had put out of my consciousness, save for the inner, the life of Gallifrey and that I had left behind, seemingly.  My mum and dad, then, were part of the plan, keeping me safe from finding out or revealing myself to the evil out to get me.  

But, for now, I am safe.  And, as I swirl off into the great beyond, the Doctor by my side, I leave with this lesson imprinted upon my hearts, thus pass on to you:

"Time is universal, free-flowing.  We can at once be connected to the past as to the future in this moment, all is one.  All is happening forever at one time.  Dreams do come true, will come true, are coming true.  Do what you love, be who you are, never compromise.  Follow your bliss and don't hide.  You, as we all are, were born for a destined purpose.  Seek that and that alone."

Farewell to Earth, Thus to Rebirth

Lazy Day-Off!

"Hi, y'all. No work today. So, enjoying a luxurious day off, its nearly 11 and still in my pajamas, with second cup of coffee.

Anyway, so no message from our infamous Mr. E as of yet.

Justin is glad, he doesn't feel its safe.  He said if Mr. E does ring again and wants to meet he wants to go with me or check it out first. That's nice of him. He really is a good guy I just wish I could...oh well, don't want to bring that up again. Ha, ha.

What are my plans today? Not sure yet. Watch some tellie, perhaps. Read a little, maybe. No real plans although the house is a mess and I should do some dishes. But, then that's so boring and after working so much.

I don't know really what I am doing with my life, working.  I'm bored, bored with this planet, in general. I want to travel, again. What?

Mum and Dad think I should go to uni. But, what do I prefer to study? I was good in my studies back in the old days.

I also feel like I know everything the teachers teach, felt like I was somehow smarter than them and worlds ahead of the training...why is that? Mum and Dad and even Justin think I'm just being arrogant.

Perhaps, I should just be an actress, could you see me, red-carpet queen in Hollywood? Ha, ha.

I spent sometime in hospital recently. Had a mental breakdown, at least that's what I was told. The doctors gave me these pills, for anxiety. They make me drowsy and then I forget. That's supposed to help. They said these dreams I had were not real, they were hallucinations. But, I looked that up and that's not what these are. These are not something I really actively see that aren't there, these are in my mind, more like flashbacks of something. Doctors gave me a label, 'schizophrenia'. Nice of them, really. Doesn't seem to fit me overall but what right do I have? So, I am supposed to take these pills everyday, not just for anxiety, those aren't everyday, but these pills to help the mood swings and such and to keep the "psychotic episodes" at bay.

But, then I can't remember and then I feel alone because I can't remember him, have no connection to even a memory, even if false, to this mystery man who comes to me in dreams with one word and one word only....

Gallifrey.

What or where is Gallifrey? Does anyone know? Am I really crazy? Or is there a person?

Please, please respond.  I'm desperate.