Doctor com sighs,
"I've seen the birth and death of entire universes, saved a unknown number of worlds, fought demons, Satan, Hitler, Darth Vader, and pretty much any foe you can think of three times. I saw my family killed before my eyes by my counterpart, who laughed sadistically at their pain. My home was destroyed, wiped from the face of existence." He closes his eyes, "I had some relief for a while, from the daughter of one of Roberts rare heterosexual Sex runs, which brought forth a young girl. After she turned fifteen, she became my apprentice, and Roland was promoted to scribe. We traveled the universe together, fought demon, lived, loved, joyed... She was like a sister to me. Then scarlet killed her, too." He sighed again, "Now, I spend my days looking for a place to call home, only to be brought to near death by Scarlet. Robert and Roland drags me out of the dieing universe, and I travel to another, just to repeat the same cycle. My only reprive is the fact that I am not the true Doctor Com, but merely a doomed timeline, destined to die one day, in the far future..." He opens his eyes, "But complaining... that will never get me anywhere, it will just lead me to a brick wall... I sometimes wonder if I should just give in... Give up..."
