There are moments when time seems to pause. When the universe seems to hold its breath. These times always seem to be times of change, moments where important decisions are made by seemingly unimportant people. The people who unknowingly change the world. the artists who created creations that became masterpieces. The very same creations that even the youngest child could tell you about. Though, sometimes it doesn't take an act of impossibility to change the universe. Sometimes it just takes an act of kindness.

A single act of kindness changed my universe. Sometimes I dream of it. Most of the time I have nightmares of it. I remember the dark and the cold. I remember the hunger and the fear. I remember the hope and the warmth of the light. I don't know how I came to be in that room, but I know how I left.

It was one of those days when a light would seep in from the cracks in the wood, the ones usually reserved for the occasional rain water. I was playing with the dust and watching the reflections of the light. I was so fascinated by that dust, I could have watched it dance in the light for hours. It was about that time that I heard the voices.

They were outside my door, the voices I mean. They were quiet, whispering to each other. I think that they had been arguing and I had moved to the corner of that old room. The light was between me and the door. I believed that if they some how got in that the thin strip of golden light would protect me and it did, for a time, but then it left and a faint buzzing had filled the room.

The voices tumbled through the door and one had quickly closed it behind them. That is when they noticed me. I still remember the first words the voices said to me.

"Hello! Sorry to barge in like this, do you mind if we hide away in here for a moment?"

And that was how I met the Doctor and the two most important people of my life.