Your friend, Professor Song, she knew you in the future, but she didn’t know me. What happens to me? Because when she heard my name, the way she looked at me- Donna. This is her diary. My future. I could look you up.
I want to make a villain that is absolutely reprehensible. Give him a background story where he’s always been a total dick. But make him a skinny white British dude and watch the amount of backflips tumblr will go through to make him sympathetic.