When you hear the term ‘the Doctor and his companion’, you immediately envision the Doctor with either Rose Tyler, River Song, Amy Pond, or the so many others that the Doctor has travelled with on his seemingly endless journey across all of time and space. However, what most of us forget is that one companion who has been with the Doctor since the beginning of his journey. Who was the one who stole a Time Lord just because she wanted to see the whole universe?
It was none other than the T.A.R.D.I.S. She has been the one who has forever and more been with the Doctor during his time of joy and disappointment, no matter who the Doctor turned into, and whom he brought along, the T.A.R.D.I.S was always there like a solid rock much like a promise that sustains the Doctor through his many forms.
The bond that the Doctor and the T.A.R.D.I.S share makes you wonder when and if you will ever be able to find that companion of yours who will stay by your side and be worthy of comparison to the T.A.R.D.I.S. Will you find someone who doesn’t always say what you want to hear, but definitely says what you need to hear? Someone whom you can go to at the end of your day when your shoulders are drooped because of all the burdens and worldly sorrows, and that person will soothe you and calm you, allowing you to recuperate in their presence?
How many of us are truly so lucky as to find our own Doctor or T.A.R.D.I.S? it is a question that I have often asked myself, and so far it hasn’t happened. Oh wait, it did happen once, almost, but he didn’t quite turn out to be the Doctor, no, he was more like an empty shell of person worthy of being a valued addition to the hoard of Cybermen, lacking any and all emotions, and completely self-centred.
Maybe someday, one day, one can only hope that one finds someone who is like the Doctor or the T.A.R.D.I.S, whom they can be the perfect companion to. Someone you can steal away from the world, and take away with you to your own Mind Palace. Someone old, someone new, someone borrowed, someone blue.
When Rose is lost and Donna forgets,
When Martha leaves and the Ponds are taken,
When River bids goodbye and Clara seems impossible,
Who is it that keeps the Doctor sane?
It’s me; I think you call me Sexy.