The Doctor was sitting alone in his console room as Clara was in bed. He was remenising about the friends he had lost and how they would have looked at him if they knew the truth, the truth about everything. His real name, his real past and what he did to his people. He decided that the Ponds would still love him as they always had, they were his family. Donna might have some sort of resentment towards him. Martha would hate him, she always cared about others and made sure they were treated well, and he killed many people. For some reason, he wasn't sure about Rose. Of course River already knew everything. She always did. But there must be something's not even River knew. He was debating whether to tell Clara, she was his imposable girl but he was worried that she wouldn't understand.
Suddenly, the mad man had an idea. He was going to travel back in time and tell each of them the truth, but only the truth relevant to them. 'I'll start with the present,Clara,'he thought.
