My mother always told me of a pilot, a doctor, who flew around in a ship called the Tardis, such a weird name. How it was painted blue, looking like an ordinary ship. How the doctor sailed on great, big adventures, with his friend, the Bad Wolf, saving the world, making friends... Leaving them. "All good things come to an end eventually." She smile, brushing a strand of hair out of my face and behind my ear. She never spoke of the doctor again. And with time, I forgot him, just like he did to me.