Time Lord: Portable

At least, that's what they told her.

The fracture grew wider. By Elara's tenth birthday, whole decades were bleeding into one another. Viking longships sailed the Thames alongside autonomous drones. The Library of Alexandria, burning and unburning in a loop, manifested over the ruins of Chicago. Humanity was learning to live in a broken chronology, but no one was thriving. Suicide rates soared. The concept of memory became unreliable—people would wake up with their parents' childhoods lodged in their own minds, or with the grief of wars not yet fought. time lord

The only candidate was Elara.