The horizon fly's past us in a blur. All I see are wet, rainy fields as we drive to one of my mum's favourite places. I don't remember its actual name but mum always calls it Bad Wolf Bay. It's like some sort of landmark for her, I suppose. It's all the way up in Norway but we go every year, on the same day. Mum never tells me why, whenever I ask her she just says "it's a tradition, just something we do."

I watch as we come to a stop at a red light a plane fly past us. I've always wanted to travel. Not trapped in a plane though, nor restricted to only going places in the present day. No I want to travel with the Doctor, the man from the stories mum used to tell me when I was little. She would tell me of the Doctor and his companion.

She would tell me about when the Doctor and his companion went to the future and saved the world from these things called Daleks, and when they had saved the queen from a werewolf. I used to dream that one day he would pick me up in his blue box that's bigger on the inside and take me time traveling. Of course it's just a story and will never really happen.

"Joslynn Tyler! Your mother and I 'ave been callin' your name for 5 minutes now! Get your arse out 'ere and get yer 'ead outta the clouds"

My grandmother yells from the beach. It wasn't an angry yell, more to get her voice heard over the roaring waves.

I kick my favourite red Chuck Taylor's off my feet along with my socks and go running out onto the beautiful beach. Grandma and grandpa are trying to bounce stones across the water, and giggling and cheering when one of them succeeds. Mum stands near the water, her short blonde hair flowing in the wind beautifully while she plays with the sand using her feet. Jogging up to her, I can't help but giggle as the cool sand tickles my feet and the warm wind caresses my face as I run to my mum.

She's looking away from the water, I notice as I get closer. At a certain place in the middle of the barren beach, as though if she stares hard enough whatever she's wishing for will appear. She always looks at the empty spot, whenever we come here; it's probably a part of the tradition I know nothing about. There's something different about it this time though. There's something in that spot where she always watches, but never goes near.

My feet slide in the sand as I reach mum, I don't think she noticed though, too focused on the strange item resting in the sand. "There's something over there" I mumble, intertwining my fingers with hers. "Let's go check it out!" I take off running towards the object in the sand, my mother easily keeping pace beside me, even though I had barely told her to run before I began.

My mother smiles beside me as she runs, she loves it. It's exhilarating; feeling the wind caressing your face and throwing your hair behind you, your feet pounding against the ground and bouncing up again like they have springs in them. As the object grows larger and larger I figure out what it is, though I don't understand why it's here.

A pink rose, fresh, and a deep blue envelope with the words 'Rose Tyler' written on it in beautiful scrawl. Mum gasps and picks up the letter and rose. "Mum? Who's it from?" I ask, as a lone tear trails down her face.

"Oh Josie" she whispers "it's your dad."