Rose:

First of all, I was so occupied when I wrote to you last, that I forgot to mention that I finally got to say "Allons-y Alonso!" I was so thrilled! Alonso was the one who helped me save the falling Titanic. Okay, now on with the letter!

I was right about the Adipose Industry. They did have an ulterior motive. Would you believe it was to breed alien children for a distant species? I couldn't believe it either.

While I was analyzing the capsule I had "acquired" from Adipose, I felt a presence in the TARDIS. Before I knew it I was talking as if someone was there. But soon I was painfully obvious of the fact that I was alone. I miss you, and Martha, Astrid, even Jack. It was probably just me slipping up. I wanted so badly to share what I had found, to hear a sound of approval or at least see a confused look.

Oh, guess what? I ran into Donna again! Or rather, she ran into me! It was quite funny actually how we finally ran into each other. It seems she had been searching for me since she turned my offer down. She regretted her decision, saying she wanted something more than just a normal life. It seems my companions who reject me soon regret it. If I hadn't come back for you after you turned me down the first time all those years ago...

Ms. Foster was the woman responsible for the new species of Adipose, made from the fat of human beings. But she is dead, now. The alien race knew that it was against the Shadow Proclamation to use Earth as a breeding ground so they killed her. I tried to save her, but I was too late, and she wouldn't listen to me. No matter how old I get, the killing still bothers me. I hope it always does, because the day I wake up and realize that death doesn't bother me is the day I also die.

I knew Donna would be handy to have around when she pulled through for me with a second capsule that I desperately needed to save hundreds of lives and shut down the complete transformation process. Donna helped me save them!

Donna was prepared for me. She had boxes and boxes and bags and even a hat box prepared for traveling! It was all stored in her car, which strangely, had been parked right in front of the TARDIS with both of us unaware.

As much as I wanted her to come with me, suddenly I had to stop. I couldn't do it again if she was just another Martha Jones, a woman who fell in love with me and whom I could never love. I didn't want to go through that heartache again and destroy someone else's life. I would rather be alone than to let that happen.

I told her flat out that if she couldn't be just a friend, that I didn't want her to come. Of course, being Donna, she heard me wrong and assumed that I wanted more than friendship. But we worked that out, and Donna's traveling with me now! I have a feeling that being with her will put me in situations I'm not quite used to. I'm sure it will be entertaining though!

-Think of Me Often-

Your Doctor