Goodbye, Impossible Girl

When wanderlust cannot be physically satisfied, books are almost always the next best thing. TV, however, can work too, especially when watching a series that includes as much travelling as Dr Who does.

For all those who are new to the whoniverse, Doctor Who is a series about a renegade Time Lord called The Doctor, an eccentric, highly-intelligent being from the planet Gallifrey. He travels through time and space in the TARDIS, a curious device, larger on the inside than on the outside, which was designed to change its appearance to suit its surroundings. Unfortunately, the Doctor’s TARDIS seems to be broken, and always appears as a blue British police box.  Time Lord biology allows The Doctor to regenerate his body, and so his appearance changes over the years.

The Doctor has many foes, including Daleks (led by Davros), and The Master, another renegade Time Lord. He has a soft spot for the planet Earth, and often visits there, either to save it from various alien threats or to whisk a choice few inhabitants away to the distant parts of the galaxy to help him fight evil there. These are known as his companions.

Last saturday, the BBC aired a new episode of this series, which narrated the death of the Doctor’s current companion, Clara Oswin Oswald. It would be a lie to say I didn’t cry. I am an emotional person, so that wasn’t really surprising. What was surprising is the sense of mystery that remains after her departure. All whovians are on tenterhooks right now, waiting to see what will happen.

This suspense is not unlike the one that precedes a journey. And it is a new journey that The Doctor must now begin, with only his convictions and beliefs, and some of Clara’s last words to guide him:

Clara: You. Now you listen to me. You’re going to be alone now, and you’re very bad at that. You’re going to be furious and you’re going to be sad, but listen to me. Don’t let this change you. No, listen. Whatever happens next… wherever she is sending you, I know what you’re capable of. You don’t need to be a warrior. Promise me. Be a Doctor.
The Doctor: What’s the point of being a Doctor if I can’t cure you?
Clara: Heal yourself. You have to. You can’t let this turn you into a monster. So… I’m not asking you for a promise. I’m giving you an order. You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die, and no-one else, here or anywhere, will suffer.
The Doctor: What about me?
Clara: If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we’re both just going to have to be brave.

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