Rose,
In my last letter, I told you I was going to take Martha on another trip in the TARDIS. This time, I took her to New Earth. Well, New New York, to be specific. Well, New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. Pretty hard to say.
Anyway, I took her there. Remember, that place, Rose? The hospital, those horrid nurses, the enigmatic Face of Boe, and that repulsive Cassandra. You know, I knew that it would hurt, going there. And it did. Even though Martha and I weren't even aboveground most of the time we spent there. Every second was filled with a dull ache in my chest.
Times two.
So, anyway, it turns out that the entire planet had been wiped out by a virus. The only people living were the people in the Motorway underground, and some people in the slums, as well as the Face of Boe and Novice Hame. Apparently the Face had been giving his life force to keep the Motorway going. I wish I knew more about him. I've never been able to find any trace of his species. They must be incredibly old, much older than the Time Lords. And that's saying something.
He died. The Face of Boe, that is. After giving so much of himself, it took the last bit of life force he had to open the Motorway, to show the people who had lived underground for most of their lives the sky. The beautiful blue sky. Almost as beautiful as you.
And, he told me his last secret, just as foretold. He told me I was not alone. I don't really know what that means. I could think of a hundred different ways to interpret it off the top of my head. I wish that meant there was another Gallifreyan out there, but
They
They burned.
I am alone. I am so alone. No, not physically thanks to Martha. I have been alone ever since the Time War. Even when I was happy, there was always this little throbbing ache in the back of my head that never went awa
Except
Except with you. You helped. It's not like you replaced them, nothing could ever do that, but it's like you... Filled that hole. You gave me peace.
I love you, Rose.