A long time ago in the distant future, a child fell from another place to ours. In those first moments The child felt a presence all around. Through them, around them, before them, behind them. The child would walk hand and hand through all their days with the presence. The child became their champion, defender, master and servant. All the while the child grew, learned, changed and fought, oh how they fought for their adoptive home, people, planets, their adoptive Universe. ‘The’ Time Lord, The Warrior, The Oncoming Storm, The Doctor, Time’s Champion.  And there at the end Time finally gave the child their reward, they would go on, they would remain. One became two.

The Child was granted the gift of Time, their reward for all their labours, to step back, stop, watch the fruit grow. Yet they also endure, go ever forward, although no longer a child. Free from the exertions behind them, free from the weight of time. No longer hand in hand, but side by side, ever onward with renewed purpose. Times Champion, unbound.