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If he were a different sort of man, he would have this sort of thing down pat. He wouldn't have to keep meticulous notes on how he spent his day, just in case he forgot in the most permanent of ways. If he were a different sort of man, he would remember the most inane detail of every part of his life.
If he were a different sort of man, he'd be important. He'd have a ship, he believes, and he would travel in a different sort of way. He does not feel that his life would be much different, but he feels that at least he would still remember.
He feels lucky enough to remember who he cares about, to remember Rose, Martha and Sarah Jane. Miss Trelundar, the girl who was like him, but better able to maintain some sort of normality. Romana, she had called herself, though on occasion he would insist on 'Fred'.
Sara Tancredi. She was quickly elevating herself to the same sort of role the others had played in his life, though sometimes he suspected that was something odd on his end than it was anything on her end of things. Some sort of pattern he'd been predestined to follow, either via some sort of karmic....hewhatsit or a psychological quirk.
He'd begun to forget some of them. Harry and Lethbridge...something, agents that had made contact with him when he'd toyed with the idea of working with Tet Corp. Another girl, much younger than himself that he suspected was actually something of a relation. That one hurt quite a bit.
He lost Martha at the motorway. He was beginning to forget what that even meant. He could remember her screaming, and he had been very angry. Sometimes, he dreams about it. Sometimes she's screaming his name. Sometimes, she just calls him the Doctor. Tonight, she says a word.
Tonight, she says Antinora.
((much thanks to Jeri for helping when I could not remember how to talk and Slarti for remembering that one dudes name >_>))