Master
Oh go on then! I'll dance with you any time.
The Doctor took me to Paris once, just for a holiday but you know how these things are, nothings ever a holiday. We experienced some time distortions and traced it back to the last of the Jagroth, chap called Scaroth had Leonardo make copies to fund research into a time machine. He inadvertently began the human race. Long story involving primordial soup. But he and his very angry butler kidnapped us in Paris. The Doctor and I and a fellow named Duggan. I do wonder what became of him, lovely man, if quite violent and not very bright.
The Jagroth died in the end, their race was gone long before the Time War even began. I was so very young then.