(It's A Tesseract) Because, every now and then, the phrase, "It's bigger on the inside." isn't quite what comes out. Well, Mar always was a bit different.

It's A Tesseract

Prologue: You Never Forget Your First Doctor.

You never forget your first Doctor.

At least, that's what they say.

I'd like to tell you that it's a lie.

Or an exaggeration.

But it's not.

At least, not for me.

I still remember the first episode I ever saw.

The Unicorn and the Wasp.

Found it late one night, purely accidental really.

I was sick, couldn't sleep.

It looked interesting.

So I watched it.

Didn't see another episode for a while, but I liked it.

Every now and again I'd catch another, but I didn't start watching consistently until the fifth season.

I only got to watch the first five episodes, because you see…

In the sixth one…

I saw me.

It was in the background, a quick flash of a face through a window, but I knew without doubt that it was me. Somehow, impossibly, it was me.

I grabbed the remote, went to rewind it.

Accidentally changed the channel instead.

Only, that's not exactly what happened.

Or at least, not all that happened.

It was weird.

There was no getting hit by a car.

No portal opening up randomly.

Not even a Crack in the universe.

No nothing.

I just pushed the wrong button on the TV remote.

And wound up in the universe of Doctor Who.

Didn't even notice at first.

I've been here for nearly four years now.

Haven't seen him, not yet.

I've forgotten so much, don't remember but vaguely what happened in any of the episodes.

But the Doctor?

Him, I remember.

The man whose life is a very long tragedy.

Who, despite that, is kind.

And good.

The man who has a beautiful soul.

Oh, I remember the Doctor.

And then I met him.