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My Dear Fantastic Rose,
As I tell you this story, I want you to know that this is many years after my first meeting with Amelia Pond. Years, in a Wibbly-Wobbly Timey-Wimey sort of way, after the death of Amelia Pond and Rory Williams, who later became a Pond when he married Amy, as far as I’m concerned. There were lots of times I was alone. She was off being domestic with Rory and I was off doing Doctory things. I am writing this because I fear that it is the only way I can tell-all, because you know how my mind wanders. You know me better than anyone. Most of all, I know you’ll never see this.
So, there have been days, walking down the street where I would see things. These things were unsettling for sure, but mostly it was because of you. I had let you go with him, that other me. The one that looked and sounded and felt and remembered like me, but wasn’t physically me. You were off in Pete’s World doing your thing, and I was off in this world letting go of Donna. By the way, that was hard to do. I mean, yeah, she had her things and stuff, and she was a bit…AHHHH….with the Space Boy, but she was a good friend. Uh, there I go wandering. Apparently, writing doesn’t stop that from happening.
Anyway, I said my goodbyes to everyone I knew. I said my goodbyes to you before we had a chance to say our hellos, or rather, “Run!” You didn’t know who I was, and I told you that you would have a great year, and you probably thought I was a nutter, but oh well. It was worth it to see your face again.
I know you have him, me, us, whatever, and for that, I’m grateful. You fixed my angry self, and I know you fixed him too. I’m married now, by the way. River Song. Brilliant woman, really. Our timelines are a bit mashed up, but we try and sort it the best we can. Don’t get me wrong, I love her. I mean, I told her my name, as I’m sure your Doctor told you. There would only ever be one reason I would or could tell someone my name. I’m sure you know by now. I do trust her, and I do love her, but no one could ever be you, I’m afraid.
I swear, I did have a point to all this. Okay, so, one day during Amy’s and Rory’s domestic times and one of my Doctory times, I wandered off. That’s a dangerous thing to do, wandering. Especially for me. I get in all sorts of trouble. Just ask…anyone who’s has ever known me. Anyway, I saw this girl. She had that same purple jacket and beanie that you were wearing when I saw you the last time. She had blonde hair that ran down her back. I figured you’d gone loopy again. I said to myself, “Rose Tyler did it again. She’s put a big ole walloping hole in the universe again just to come see me. Why does she do that? I mean, she knows it’s bad and, she’s got the other one that looks like me when I looked like that and yet, she’s gone and done it again.” I smiled at the thought, really. Not the bit about you putting a hole in the universe, but the one about you coming to see me again.
I held my breath, walked up to you, tapped you on the shoulder and said, simply, “Rose?” The girl turned around and sounded just like you, and since I was looking down, you can bet that was a bit disconcerting.
“Hey,” she said. I looked up. “Sorry, mate, I think you got the wrong girl.”
“Oh,” was all I could say. “Sorry.”
“Naw, don’t be sorry. I hope you find her.”
“You were my last shot, I’m afraid, but thanks. Have a good one.”
She just waved as I turned around and made my way back to the TARDIS. I can’t believe I let myself imagine she was you.