bittyblueeyes:

He stared out of the canvas. Life out there whirled by far too quickly – sped-up to a blur. But he was a Time Lord, wasn’t he? (who am I?), he was supposed to be able to make sense of all that chaos. If only he could be sure (who am I?) what a Time Lord actually was, was he even sure (who) that he’d heard the expression before (am), that it even had anything to do with him in the first place (I who am), whoever he was, who was he, he wondered, who am I?

But the more he concentrated the more the blur seemed to steady, and he could make out a shape through all the rush. There was a girl looking in at him, so scared – yeah, scared but so brave, and there was a name to go with that girl, Rose Tyler. He didn’t know his own name any more (WHO AM I?) but he knew her, she was Rose Tyler and she was the most important thing to him. She was Rose and he was the Doctor, yeah, Rose and the Doctor. Rose was his best friend and his job was to protect her. Rose and the Doctor (who am I?), the Doctor and Rose, it went together like bangers and mash, fish and chips (who am I? I’m the Doctor!). Rose defined him, and he was the Doctor, he was the Doctor and he wouldn’t forget again.

Excerpt from ‘Untitled’
Written by Robert Shearman, Illustration by Brian Williamson
Published in BBC Doctor Who Storybook 2007