The Musings of a Lost Girl.
Dear Doctor,
These are the stories you forgot. The ones I want you to remember.
And although I'm sad you cannot remember who I am, I am comforted by knowing you can recall what I meant to you.
So here are some stories that will tell you just that. They are all true.
Love,
The Impossible Girl
You smelt like radish. Why did you smell like radish? I asked you, and you claimed it was a Scottish thing, to eat radishes. I wasn't buying it. Rolling my eyes, I asked you where you got radishes. You said from a garden.
So we went to the garden where you had played the thief, to seek out the poor cheated gardener. You mumbled about petty human morality, and I smacked your shoulder.
The gardener, however, was not the sweet old lady I had expected.
She was a Zygon. Another one. The third stray Zygon in two weeks, in fact.
So we figured something was up. I wanted to be investigate. You insisted we scan. So we went back to the Tardis and did just that. Yes, as always, you got your way, but what came up was not what you expected.
It was not fully Zygon. What else it was did not show up. So we scanned some more, and found it was human. A half human Zygon.
How the hell had that happened. You started to tell me. Nevermind, I didn't want to know. Apparently when they're in human form they can do that. Have children with humans, I mean.
We both agreed this was one out of a sci-fi film, but you insisted they were all based on real events. I questioned your honesty, And you Indignantly defended yourself. I backed off, and we both got back to work.
So now we're going from place to place scanning for Zygons and marking where we find them on a map. With their ages noted. We want to find the very first hybrid progenitors and question them. That's all for now. But I have to ask, do you remember any of this?