That was thirty years ago. I now live in a good sized flat in London and have a cat called mr.cuddlebutt. I know weird name.
I'm writing this in some spare room in a blue police box,that's smaller on the outside. This man, The Doctor, says I am gallefrey's last hope of survival. He called me Hepabella. I don't know why.
I'm confused. Honestly I am so scared right now. I woke up and he said to get ready that I was going to time travel. How did this become real?!?!?!?!