theendiswherewestartfromDoctor. I hate to say this, but we really need you. We're at this point, and I'm trying real hard to do what you'd do. People keep thinking there's a war going to break out, but we can stop it. I know it. There's no damn reason that this has to end in a giant war, and there's a global catastrophe that we can probably stop, if we work together...
But I'm not you. And I keep messing this up. And if there's anybody who can stop this in time, it's you.
The place is weird. I can die again. Sort of. And there are way too many other people who know what it's like to die repeatedly and come back to life. I wouldn't have wanted to wish this on anybody else, but then I keep running into it. Tradeoff is I suddenly know how to shoot a bow and arrow? Strange, but I can't really do anything else but roll with it. And there's magic, and these adorable, we'd call them aliens? Indigenous sentient race. Oh, and these really neat birds. They ride birds here to get around!
And, you know, a war to stop, and possibly all of time and space to save. So there's that.