It had been just over a year. Just over a year since that fateful day in the warehouse when she'd left, shaken by the killing and carnage she'd seen.
She'd gotten a job at Heathrow, not as an air-hostess though. Not like the endless flights back and forth between old seen-too-often destinations could ever compare to travelling in the TARDIS. At first she'd found the idea of managing the new children's area in the airport rather appalling, but it hadn't been long before she'd warmed to the idea; small children had a way of being so natural which she found very amusing and inspiring.
Like five-year-old Owen Harper who'd declared that when he grew up he would be a soldier and defend Earth from every threat possible. His mother had looked at him with a harsh look; her son was going to be a doctor.
Or four-year-old Mickey Smith, travelling with his near-blind grandmother Rita-Anne. It was amazing how the little boy would make sure his grandmother didn't trip and fall.
Yes. Life was really good, she thought by herself, going home from work. She loved her new flat; it was situated a little away from the city centre, making it possible for her to see the stars. Many nights she'd look up at the sky; thinking of a blue police box flying around out there, of two people somewhere out there. Often her mind would also travel to the far future, to the very centre of the known universe, to a hospital ship there on which her best friend was working. And always, when thinking of her travels, sadness came too. She would remember a young mathematical genius who'd crashed to Earth in a freighter falling through time. The crash had brought the end of the dinosaurs. Everyone else thought it was an asteroid that had caused it. She knew better.
Sure she missed all her friends, even the would-be-assassin, himself-before-anyone-else. No, wait; she was being too harsh on him. Granted he had tried to kill the Doctor, but he'd changed his mind. Besides; hadn't he been willingly to take desperate measures to get her and the Doctor out of the airlock of Sea Base 4 so they could escape the Myrka? Hadn't he faced the tractators of Frontios despite clearly being horrified by them? If there was anything she'd learned by her travels it was never to judge a book by its cover and that every person (almost every person) could change into someone better.
Still, she liked it here. The best thing about being back on Earth was that it made it possible for her to actually have human friends.
All in all her life was really good. And she would always remember the words of a very special friend; Brave Heart.