Dear impossible girl,

I got your letter, and I just want to say, you got it all wrong. But that doesn't matter, because I feel I should be absolutely giddy to hear from you. And I am. I really am.

You left me hanging, so I'll finish the story. Well, after we got the real ages of each Zygon, and that's an important point- it wasn't just the age they looked, we noticed a spiral pattern. You said it looked like a spiral galaxy. I thought it looked like the migration pattern of love. You punched my arm and told me not to be so soppy. I agreed. Of course, eventually we decided to also ask about the parents and track them down. That certainly made it easier. Soon we had a pedigree of the entire clan.

But I have to ask, how did any of this make us closer? And why do I feel a wretched sinking in the pit of my stomach when I think of you, and at the same time a strange feeling of happiness. Because that's mostly all I can remember. Feelings. And most of them aren't the kind that can be expressed easily in words. You know, the squirmy kind. The ones that make you uncomfortable and restless at the same time. Like you have to go out and express them somehow, but you just end up getting arrested for creating a disturbance of the peace, and then you have a lot of time to write songs. The first few weeks was furious classical music, which gradually subsidized into slow blues rock, soul, punk, and finally a slow ballad on guitar. What does it mean?

Yours as always,

The Doctor