by Grace Crawford

All Doctor Who images courtesy of the BBC.

So this is it. The end of my three-part series on Doctor Who. I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty pleased with myself, ‘cause normally I never get this far with long-term projects (and yes, with me, six weeks is a long time). Let’s jump right in, because there’s a fair amount to cover and I’m gonna wax all sentimental and crap at the end, probably.

The Premise

A long time ago, or possibly in the future, a Time Lord stole a box called a TARDIS and went on grand adventures through time and space (though he kept coming back to modern-day England, which prompts the question why don’t I live there). But travelling alone has a way of making him a little crazy, and ruthless, and incredibly lonely, so he picks up people off the streets of London (or Cardiff; the Doctor seems to like Cardiff) and brings them along as companions on his adventures. And every so often he dies, at which time he regenerates and gets a new face and a new personality, which is just incredibly distressing if you’ve gotten attached to the old face. You’ll see this Christmas. You’ll all see.

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