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// Hello, Master 
// Story: The Formative Years 
// by Lonepone 
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“Hey, Tavi, ready to go?”

I hear a groan from the room. “What did I tell you about calling me that?”

I laugh. “Sorry. So, ready to go?"

Octavia walks out of the bedroom. "Do I look good?"

Im at a loss for words for once. "Nice bow tie" I finally say.

"Thank you. May we pick up a friend before we go to this club" -she almost spits the word- "of yours?"

"What, got yourself a little date?"

"Yes, in fact, I do" she sats defensively.

I laugh lightly. "Alright"

Elswhere

I slip into my trenchcoat. Sweet Spaghetti God I love these things. It’s the feel of the fabric brings back unpleasent memories. Things I had to do, and things that will haunt me for the rest of my eternity. I push the thoughts from my head, and walk into my room. I pick up my device from my bedside table. I click the switch on, and it emits a weak buzzing. As if it’s angry at me for not being used.

“Oh, knock it off, you” I flip through all the settings, and hit the button. It emits a more vibrant buzz this time. “Good girl” I tell it. I slip it into a special pocket made just for it.

I grab a golden key, and slip it around the thin metal necklace chain I wear. Always go prepared. Although it’s been centuries since I’ve flown.

Someone knocks on my door. I cover the chain up with the collar of my trench coat, then greet my visitor. Vinyl, and Octavia, right on time. I smile. “How’s it going?” I ask them, in mock cheerfulness. It’s hard to smile and mean it when someone’s life is at risk.

The three of us walk out of the building, and into the evening air. I take a deep breath of it. 

“Can’t breathe right, Lonepone?” Vinyl asks me.

“Nah” I say. “Just breathing in the air. Been a while since I’ve been out on such a nice night”

A shrieking noise fills the silent air. I know that sound. But I’m the only one who has one of those, and I don’t remember any past versions on myself visiting me. A blue box appears about ten feet infront of me. Mine’s silver, not blue. And the doctor doesn’t go outside his native universe. That means there’s only one person who can be in there. A renegade Timelord. 

“Get back to the building!” I tell Octavia and Vinyl.

The doors to the box swing open. I run towards them, and tackle the human walking out of the box. He falls back in, me on top.

The human recognizes me. So it’s this version of him, then.

“Hello, Wanderer” He says.

“Hello, Master” I say, using his self-given title.