Dear Doctor,
Well, I don't actually know if you'll ever find these or not. I put the letter(s) in a box stowed away in the attic. I'm worried you'll find them too soon and cause a rip in time. I don't want another crack in the wall or anything like that. Anyway, me and Rory are doing well. We haven't had any kids since Melody, and I'm sort of afraid to have another should a similar fate befall them.
Anyway, so today Rory and I decided to go to a diner. It's sort of neat being able to actually go to a 1960s diner instead of just a themed restaurant. The real thing is much better, and you'll probably agree with me. Goodness knows you've probably already been to one you raggedy man. At the diner I had chips and a shake. A bunch of junk food for me, but it was nothing compared to Rory. If you can believe it, he ate a huge 1 pound hamburger, along with chips and a shake. He had such a stomach ache afterward! I can't help but laugh about it now.
I hope that you're doing alright, and you haven't dug your own grave, but knowing you, you probably have. Ah well, you're a madman with a box, and I know that you'll figure it out, you always do.
Keep out of trouble raggedy man, me and Rory send our love.
-Amelia Pond