Dear Dad,
Well, just letting you know I'm following in your footsteps. Saving people, worlds, seeing the stars and the whole universe. Oh, and running. There's loads of running involved. All the time I hear about you, but I've learned to just keep my mouth shut and not say a word. Another thing I've learned is to have a companion with me, just like you. It gets lonely after a while doesn't it? His name is Charlie. Great guy, great hair too. He's a ginger and one of the only blokes who can keep up with me. Don't look at me that way Dad, where you stare into my soul and think I'm too young, because I'm not. I'm a grown up, always have been really. Well, maybe not, but you know what I mean.
I hope you and Donna are doing well. I have no idea where you are, or when for that matter. But I know that you're out there somewhere, and I can only hope that one day I can see you again and tell you that I'm alive. That I lived. The regeneration mechanism just took a little while to kick in. So that's one less thing for you to think and mourn about. So I'm alive, not always safe, but then again, neither are you always safe either.
Anyway, I'm going to keep running Dad, keep saving people, planets, and traveling. But most importantly I'll keep running, until one day I'll be able to run straight into your arms. Charlie says "hi" and wants you to know that he's going to protect me with all he's got. Like I need protecting. Still, it's sweet and I figure you'll want to know that since you seem like the overly protective father type. I love you. Gotta run.
Yours,
Jenny