div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 32px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Hello! How is your day going? Well, I hope. Now that we have your formal introduction out of the way, we can now begin on the real important subject that is to be discussed. Yes, yes, I haven't been introduced, there is a reason for that. You don't need to know who I am, you don't want to know who I am. That is not important, not now, but what is important... is the Doctor's safety. He doesn't know it, but he is in danger. He always is. And the only person who can save him, is me. The last sighting of the Doctor, number ten, was when he travelled through London, 1911, with Rose Tyler. I need to find him, or else all is lost. Without me, the Doctor can't find what he's looking for, if he can't find what he is looking for than my mission on Earth is pointless. So he must find it. And I know where it is. /div
div style="font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 32px; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0976563); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"Now that you know the true meaning of my message, you may now know who I am. My name is Sarah-Jane Smith. I am sixteen years old and am lost somewhere in London, somewhere in 1975. I am in contact with Martha Jones and have direct orders from her to stay far from the Doctor and his ways, that's why she sent me to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I hate it here, and am leaving as soon as possible. My father, the Doctor, was a criminal in this world, he was charged with a lifetime in Azkaban, so he fled in his TARDIS. And he forgot me. And I hate him for it. But, unfortunately, his fate, is doomed unless he can find what he needs, and unfortunately, what he needs, is me. So I must find him, I get that it must seem confusing to you. Why would a girl, who hates his father, want to help him and save his life. The answer, to me at least, is quite clear. If I do not help him, his actions will affect direly on the only person whoever stood as any form of a guardian I ever had. If I do not help, Martha Jones will die. Her, and her legacy, will be forgotten, and my existence in time will be unwritten. It's a wonderful world my friends, at least, in yours it is. /div