My Dearest Doctor,
This place you have brought me, your Angel's Palace, do you know what it is, truly? I suppose that it is a world, a beautiful one, but it's so strange. They're always singing in the Light. The people, or these Angels, the ones who aren't hiding or dead, they're always singing this song. It's so beautiful. I never tire of it. Amy, she's told me that it's for the people in pain. That their voices soothe them. Or is it the words that soothe them? I don't understand what they sing, but it doesn't diminish their effect on us.
Doctor, how did you know about her? The Angels have only just told me. Well, they haven't said anything; they speak telepathically. But I suppose you already knew that. Amy and Rory, they tell me that you have your ways but don't explain much on that subject. I think about her all the time now that I know. I wonder; will she have your eyes? It would be wonderful if she did. I was thinking that she may have blonde hair like my mother if it's not brown. Now that I know she's coming, I can't wait for her to get here. Maybe by then you will have come back to us.
The sky here… it's such a deep blue at night. I didn't think there could be a night in all of this Light, but there is if you pay attention. It gets very dim, but never dark. I think this is for the people who are hiding, since the dead don't really have to sleep. But I lay in bed and I look at the stars and I think of you. I think of all those stars that you could be traveling to in all of time and space, searching for a way to save us. But the sky here, it's made me think. It's so tragically beautiful; a graveyard of wishes, of hopes and promises.
My promise will never sleep in those stars.
Yours Ever,
Grace