Dear Tish,

You are probably wondering where I've been for a while, probably haven't shown up at the flat much, have I? I…

How the hell was she suppose to explain this?

I have been traveling with a former patient of mine, John Smith, and forgot to call. Sorry.

No, that was too intensive, and it made it sound like she had just wondered off with a strange man she didn't really know. Hospital scandal at it's best, yeah? Lovely.

I decided to take a holiday with a friend. You don't know him, but trust me he's…

Bizarre. The statement, and the description that would have to follow. Tish knew her better then anyone else in the world, and she knew that Dr. Martha Jones, medical student of Royal New Hope Hospital of London would never take a holiday from work. Never had, never would. Until now that is. Let's try again.

I'm sorry I haven't called, but I was recently taken aboard a ship called the…

Now it sounded like she had joined the navy or something. First she was a scandalous intern, then an uncharacteristic holiday tripper, and now a sailor. Go figure. At least as a sailor she and Tish would be on the same planet. Or were they already on the same planet? She'd have to ask the Doctor later…

I was sent away to attend a medical convention in Paris for a few weeks; it was a bit last minute, sorry about that. I'll bring you back a souvenir though, maybe a beret?

A convention in Paris? Tish knew she was hopeless at French, there was no way the hospital would send a London intern to a Paris convention without the ability to speak proper French. Plus, that one was just a downright lie. Not that she could possibly write the actual truth, right? Maybe…

I was at work the other day when the entire hospital was transported to the moon, big fuss, lots of broken windows, that sort of thing. Then my patient, a man called "John Smith" turned out to be an alien and we were attacked by giant monsters that looked like rhinos. John managed to save the day, with my help, and after that he asked me to come with him in his time-spaceship thing that looks like an old fashioned London Police Box. Really sorry I forgot to call!

No, absolutely not. That would never do. Writing it down on paper made it sound far too ridiculous to believable. She'd have to let Tish meet the Doctor and have him show her the TARDIS to get her to believe it, and even after that she still wouldn't. Tish was stubborn like that, and not in a good way. A bit like the Doctor actually, maybe they'd get along. She sighed, let's try this again. '

Dear Tish,

You are probably wondering where I've been for a while, probably haven't shown up around the flat much, have I? I'm really sorry about all this; it's been an interesting week for me, though it probably was for you too. Let me explain:

I met a man at work the other day, sometime last week. He was a patient for a while, until no one could figure out what exactly was wrong with him and eventually gave up. He seemed fine whenever I walked in, but anyone time someone else tried to get anything he'd fall unconscious again, go figure. After that, a few strange things happened that I couldn't even begin to explain without sounding like a complete nutter and the patient, John Smith as he called himself, turned out to be much more then I expected. He was nice and funny, with something odd about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Over the course of what happened, the two of us came to know each other really well. By the end of it all, we were really good friends and didn't really want to have to say goodbye. He was a traveler Tish, and he invited me to go with him.

Remember me telling you about work? How no one really liked me because I studied too hard or something? How I had no one to talk to? Now I do. I know I should have come home, or left a note, or even just called you, but he had to go, and I had to go with him. It was all or nothing, Tish. I hope you understand.

I'll visit soon, we've just got to get a bit closer to London. Then you can meet him. Say hello to the family for me, tell mum I'm sorry I left like this.

Hoping you're having as brilliant a time as I am,

Love,

Martha