"Doctor, it's me. Are you there?
"C'mon, pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up …
"Oh, well. Figures. You're probably out doing something dangerous, aren't you? 'Course you are.
"Okay, TARDIS, I'm trusting you. Play this message for him as soon as he gets back. Don't delete it accidentally-on-purpose like you did my guest room, okay? Please. You've read my mind. You know this is important.
"Doctor – thank you, thank you, for your call. I was this close to calling you first, but my stupid pride got in the way. I'm the one who should apologize after what happened on the moon. Courtney was more mature than I was that day, and she's fifteen.
"I talked to Danny, and believe it or not, he agrees with you. He wouldn't expect you to kill Hitler either, and if the moon hatching was anything like as important to us humans, it is our own responsibility. Was. Will be? Whatever. I was thinking – what if, just as an example, I'd … say … pushed the big red button for you while you were arguing with Sand Shoes and Granddad? You'd have been relieved at the time, but you'd never forgive me later – this alien deciding your species' future for you. So … I think I get it now.
"I didn't mean to be that clingy little girl who expects you to fix all her problems for her … although, to be fair, that is sort of the impression you make on people. But then, I guess that was the other you, wasn't it? Not this you anymore. You're more a "stabilizers off the bike" type of person – which isn't a bad thing, though. Just … different.
"The truth is, though, changes scare me. Terrify me. Ever since my mum died … she was hit by a car, you know. One day she was there, next day she wasn't. It was the books that got me through – she and my dad wrote travel guides together. Maps and lists and schedules and recipes, they make sense to me when nothing else does. But when your map doesn't match the real world anymore, what happens? You get lost.
"You don't know where you are.
"That's why I need you, Doctor. Unexpected things don't scare me nearly as much when you're around. Like – like a bank heist that turns into a rescue mission. Or a beautiful creature hatching out of the moon. You remind me that change can be wonderful.
"I miss you.
"You think I'll roll my eyes at you when you come back? Of course I will. I thought that was just the way we are now – new you, new us. That Scottish attitude of yours practically begs for eye-rolling. It doesn't mean I'm not happy to see you. It doesn't mean I don't want you to come back.
"Of course I'll board this Orient Space Express with you. I've got this vintage flapper dress that will be perfect for the trip, with pearls and a cloche hat and – oh, right. You don't want to hear about clothes, do you? I've got my bags all packed and ready to go. Danny knows, but he's not coming – even if you invited him, which I know you won't. He says anything that flies makes him sick after the air raids in Afghanistan. He warned me to be careful.
"I said I'm always careful. It's you we've got to worry about.
"See you Wednesday, Doctor.
"Oh, and TARDIS? If you lose this message, I will find out."