The lives of the Doctor run together.

I see a hero. I see a changeling. I see a warrior. I see a god. I see faces change, and hearts break. The pages tear as futures writhe and on some there is fear and on others hope, and on a thousand more I see a world of green and blue and I know that’s where he’s headed, where he’ll go a million times, where he’ll go as long as they’ll have him and sometimes a little bit more.

I snort, before I can help it. Taking things seriously is not the Time Lords’ problem. Serious is in our blood. Some genius connected a couple of wires sometime in the past and suddenly we had all of time and space at our command. And, boy, did we command – to the point where half of us are too afraid to do anything in case we do something, while the other half change the passage of time like changing a suit of clothes.