I really regret turning down the Doctor's offer. I guess I was still just a bit angry with him, although I couldn't have said exactly why. I mean, he saved my life! But still, there was that irrational part in me that thought that maybe, if he hadn't showed up, I'd be happily married by now.

Now, though, I find myself thinking about him all the time. When I saw the pyramids, I wondered if he had ever seen them, and what he could tell me about them that tour guides and history books can't. I wished that he could take me back in time to see them being built, maybe even meet a Pharaoh.

I've never met a man like the Doctor, and I don't think I ever will. Even in the fog of my panic and anger that day I could tell he was different. Sure, he was annoying, but there was something else that came through even more than that. He didn't know who I was, and there was really no reason for him to help me. He could have just dropped me off at the first place we came to and not worried about me further. But he kept helping me, even before he knew about the robot Santas.

He had this way about him that I can't really describe. I noticed it most strongly when Lance was making fun of me. It didn't change how the Doctor looked at me; he didn't despise me like Lance did. Instead, in his own way, he tried to comfort me. Lance never tried to comfort me, even when I was down because my mum was ragging me out, or worried about Gramps, or any number of things; I didn't let myself notice that, because I loved him so much.

But the Doctor, now, he didn't even know me, and he still cared about me. You know, I think he reminds me a bit of Gramps really. Anyway, he's amazing. I wish I hadn't turned down his offer, and now I'm going to find him again, no matter what it takes.