We are deeply unhappy people.
You've come back from the Floating Libraries and are on your way to the Omack Museum. And you touched the yellow mold. And now we're both still suffering from a rash in an improper place. Funny how rashes work, always appearing in improper places. At least Hymn didn't get a hold of you, unless you did something else like put the stack of books from the desk onto the shelf.
Oh, you cheeky monkey. You did. Hymn expects you to be back any minute now. I think I'll be mentioning this all throughout these letters. YOU CANNOT FORGET ABOUT GRACE. No matter what happens, no matter how many women come your way or how many times River pops her head in. You can't forget about Grace. We must never forget. I know you don't understand and that you're trying, really trying to help her. Well, you've got to try harder. It's going to hurt. It's going to be long and lonely and absolutely terrible. But you're going to grow up and you're to deal with it, because you're the bloody Doctor.
Her name is Violet.