Dearest Rose,

I've met someone today. Her name is Donna Noble. She's a ginger. Why can't I be a ginger? She thought I was a Martian for some reason. I look nothing like a Martian! Anyway, I have decided to write you these letters on a regular basis. I decided to because of Jack. Yes, Captain Jack. Long story. So this girl appeared in my TARDIS, shortly after my previous letter. She's all dressed in a wedding gown, shouting "What the hell is this place?" and things like that. Turns out her fiancé, Lance, was working with this Racnoss. And she, for six months, had been ingesting Huon particles! Lance was giving it to her through cups of coffee. And since the TARDIS runs on Huon particles, it detected the Huon particles inside Donna, so it brought her here. Good thing, too. Otherwise who knows what could've happened. Oh, by the way, a Racnoss is basically a giant spider. From space. So I defeated the Racnoss and saved the day. I asked her to come with me, you know, Donna. She said no. Never would I have thought she'd say no. All of time and space, she passed it up. That's what you did at first. But then I said I could travel through time as well. And you came running. I still miss you, Rose Tyler. You will always be my bad wolf girl. No matter how many gingers walk through those doors.

Sincerely, John Smith