77/ So long ago

The journey was dangerous. But we had to undertake it, for it was the will of the Great Houses. We needed to find the cause of the drought and maybe revert it. Appease Atum. All this happened so long ago I don't rightly remember what we hoped to achieve.

Hearing these words, Ashildr felt a sudden pang in her heart. While she had only casually mentioned her diary before in a vain attempt to be funny, she now remembered her library of journals. A book for each lifetime, a prosaic ending each time she had left another life behind to start yet another. When she had left Trap Street, she thought she had found peace with her immortality. When she had entered her TARDIS the first time, her journals had been waiting for her. Endless rows of books full of life and pain, neatly stacked on endless shelves in a library that was bigger on the inside. She had peeked through the library doors, but never entered it. Instead, she went to the control room and flipped some switches. She had run away.