I never took the time to write a log. Didn't need to. I always remember everything.

But it's quite fun to do apparantly. Writing. I should do this more often.

Document my journey across time and space. My life's story.

Everything I've ever seen. Done. Saved.

Lost.

I've seen entire galaxies turn to dust.

Blink and you would've missed it.

I've seen civilizations fall and empires scatter.

Loved ones were slain in front of my eyes and friends I knew for thousands of years were obliterated in one single breath.

I've come to terms with that.

Because I have learned that there is a time and place for everything.

A time to be born and a time to die.

The rules of existence. Of reality. Of time.

Mess with those rules and you mess with the fabric of existence.

And there were times I wished I did. Yes, even I, the last remaining Lord of Time, have moments of weakness.

Moments I wished I could have broken those rules.

Moments I wished I could've saved those galaxies and rescued those friends.

Moments I wished I could've talked to Rose Tyler, just one last time, not caring about the repercussions. Not caring about changing the timeline or killing millions of people in the process. Not caring about the end of all time.

There would be only me. And her.

That moment was only this morning, but it feels like an eternity ago.

I was standing there, on the corner of the street, in the middle of the market-place, buying groceries and eating a banana.

In a random street. In a random time.

That's when I suddenly saw her.

Her mum.

"Jackie Tyler." I remember myself saying. "Jackie, Jackie, Jackie Tyler."

Wonderful woman. Kissed me on the lips for no apparant reason whatsoever. God I love those love-hate relationships.

Jackie, Jackie, Jackie Tyler.

But then my heart stopped, both of them, when I saw her, hiding behind a lamppost, looking right at me.

Rose Tyler.

For the first time in my life, well lets just say the second, I was completely speechless.

The Earth was spinning way too slowly as I gazed into her eyes.

I knew I shouldn't have, but I just kept staring back at that innocent, young, blonde girl.

So innocent still.

At that moment, I saw her past, present and future.

Her entire life was flashing in front of my eyes.

From the day she was born, to the day she died.

On that beach. In Bad Wolf Bay.

I ran away, afraid of what I might do if I looked into her eyes any longer.

I ran.

One day, in the future, I will look back upon today and tell myself I did a good thing.

That I acted responsible and wise. Like a Timelord should've acted.

But that day, that day, is not this day.

This day, I dream of alternative realities.

And of the girl in the market-place.