I Have a WHAT, Now?

As I'm going to tell you four entries ago, it was sapphire who named me The Madman. There is a very practical reason for this, beyond the fact that she and Lestor believed I was, in fact, mad...

After having been one with the time vortex, I became somewhat confused. My memory played a few tricks on me, such as it's favourite: Hide the Identity.

You see, while I remembered that I was a Time Lord from Gallifrey, and my family had a home near Mount Perdition, I had know idea WHO that family was, nor what they had decided to call me.

So, when, after my continued commentary about fez-wearing marsupials and omniscient, northern Atlantic sea-mammals, sapphire said, while trying to hurry Lestor away from window shopping for a TARDIS, "You can come back, The Madman is starting to freak me out.", I began to respond to that name.

This is a tangent, but an important one.

Standing in my office, now looking at two different Time Travel Capsules, with Lestor and a rather strange, yet small Terran coming out of one, and a young, unknown, yet oddly WINGED Time Lady coming out of the other, I was a bit confused.

Skippy proceeded to clarify the situation completely by vanishing.

"THERE you are," the strange, apparently avian Time Lady in front of me said.

"And there you are," was the only response I could think of that didn't involve the use of creamed corn.

"We've been looking for you for a while now. We haven't seen you in weeks."

"That's odd," I replied, "I've seen a tremendous amount of me."

"Madman," sapphire asked, from the sound of it, as perplexed as I was, "Who's this?"

"Madman? Why Madman?" the stranger asked.

"That's my name. The Madman."

"No it isn't. That's just stupid."

I stared at this mysterious Time Lady a moment. She wasn't tall, but was lean, with dark hair and eyes. Skin that was pale and seemed to shine some. She wore a black dress with boots. Her wings, in addition to not making a bloody PIECE of sense, were also black and somewhat ethereal.

The entire look struck deep into my mind and jarred something loose in my memory...

Which proceded to go deeper into hiding, not even giving me a hint who this person was.

"Wait a minute," the stranger said, with more than a hint of amusement in her voice, "You don't know who you are, do you?"

"Of course, I do, you sad excuse for a llama. I'm The Madman. I've already said."

"No, I mean your name."

I had to concede a point here. I, as I said, had no bloody idea what my name might be.

"Oh, now THAT is FANTASTIC!" the stranger laughed.

There is a point in the thought process where, as has often been depicted in film a startling realization occurs and the proverbial  "light bulb" turns on. For me, there has never been a light bulb, but really more a heard of rampaging Ners-cattle stampede out of my ears. Of course, this wasn't happening at the moment.

"Why?" I asked, somewhat annoyed, "What's it matter to you?"

The stranger laughed louder.

"My name is Sabrae. And I'm your SISTER, you knob!"

To say this information hit me like a tonne of bricks would be unfortunate and degrading to the Sontaran battle fleet it ACTUALLY hit me like.

"Okay," I said, somewhat close to the general idea of conceiving the thought of trying to recover, "What's my name, then?"

"Oh," Sabrae laughed, "No, I'm not telling you that."