My name is Megan Wilson, and all my life I have been followed by one man. He didn't always look the same, but as soon as I'd see his blue police box, I knew it was him. Every few years of my childhood, ever since I can remember, I saw that blue box. Then he would step out of it, give me a wink and a smile, and then he would be gone. I thought he was my guardian angel, there to protect me from the evils that my parents had left me to at the London Orphanage, but he turned out to be much more than that.
He was my guardian angel.
He was my savior.
He was my best friend.
And he was my killer.
