I wait. Out of still air, I hear the faint melodious siren of an engine. It’s wooden; it’s blue. A figure bursts through the door; a look of fascination and delight unravels across his expression. He snatches my hand and whispers, “run”.

Delving into my reasons for this wish of voluntary kidnapping led me further than my initial expectation. The Doctor, John Smith, The Oncoming Storm, no greater character should I emulate. He teaches true bravery, appreciation of intelligence, and the repercussions of winning and losing. He has the wisdom to know that "Some people live more in 20 years than they do in 80; It’s not the time that matters, it’s the person." He overcomes loss, guilt, and pain. He saves and changes lives. He protects and loves his companions selflessly. His imperfections don’t hide away in some dark enclosed soul fragment; they shine as he boldly utilizes them for good. His blindness for gender, sexuality, race, species, class, occupation, etc., though sometimes interpreted as ignorance, explicitly represents how I hope and strive to see—without judgment.

I want to take that hand, obey that life-saving command “run”, allow the journey to begin, travel through the stars—across worlds and through time, to approach any situation with an open heart and receptive mind—a ductile schema of the way things are. I want to find the true form of myself with the man who knows how to search better than anyone on earth.