Dear Rose,

I just met you last night. I grabbed your hand, told you to run, and blew up your job. I tracked a plastic arm unknowingly to your apartment, proceeded to be scared by your mother, and saved you again. I still didn't plan to get involved, but when you followed me outside, I opened up, like I hadn't to anyone in a long time and I took your hand again. The next time I saw you, we were running away from your plastic boyfriend. I tracked the signal and found out you were brilliant when you figured out something I couldn't. When I failed at the peaceful approach, you saved me by swinging in on a chain and doing some quick thinking. When I asked you to join me, you said no. Wanted to stay with Mickey the Idiot. But I came back, and you said yes.

Now our adventures really begin.

The Doctor