Time. A blessing. A curse?

It always seems to run away from you, doesn't it? Jerking in fits and starts, it creeps away, unnoticed, until it is too late.

But it should never be too late, not for me. I've all the time in the world, in the entire universe, waiting to be explored. But I can't.

Time is a curious thing. It is manipulative, secretive; it hides things from you.

But I should be able to unravel its deepest secrets, the very fabric of nightmares. But I can't. Not this time. It's too late.

I've gone too far this time. I've reached the point of peripeteia. Of no return. Not even my TARDIS can save me now.

It's all over.

I don't want to go.