I don't know if you can read this. It's daft, really, thinking that you can. But it's the only way I can think of to currently reach out to you. I'd like to imagine that you're currently in your TARDIS, on Earth or somewhere near with your current companion. Perhaps bored, looking through these electronic files and networks from UNIT and Torchwood that are supposed to be classified to all eyes to find some barmy adventure to go on. The TARDIS computer wouldn't ever fail you in that respect. So, you find this instead. I certainly can't send you a letter through the post. And, last time we met, those... email addresses, I believe they are, weren't in existence yet.
So this is it. At the very least, I can pretend that you'll be reading this. And you'll be realising that this wasn't South Croydon or even 1980 you left me in! Doctor, it was Cardiff and in the year 2008, too! You probably didn't even realise your own mistake, too preoccupied with those flipping Timelords. Are you still going to come back when through with whatever they want?
I want you to come back.
Anyway, I suppose I got lucky. A future companion of yours, a rather interesting bloke by the name of Jack, found me. He's a part of Cardiff's Torchwood - Torchwood Three - and, well, adopted me to the team. It's not journalism, but it is a job that'll keep me out of the spotlight. We came across evidence of my future self in 1998. I must find a way to get home somehow. And I know better than to interfere with the time-space continuum in hunting her -me- down.
Oh, you'll get a laugh out of this. My closest friend since arriving here? He's very much not from Earth and very much doesn't look his age at all. He's from a planet called... actually, I'm not too sure of the planet's name, but he says he's 'of the Rohskind'. Does that mean anything to you? You'd like him, I think. Quite a lot. He reminds me of you, a little, but in the end, no one can be you. There's only one Doctor out there and I'm proud to call him my best friend. Still, Ewan is... he's wonderful.
Everyone else in the team is rather nice too. It's so different from UNIT, much more informal and relaxed. And the technology... oh, the technology. Next time you bloody well go and decide to leave a companion in the future, make sure she understands how to work the technology! You know perfectly well that computers and I don't get along. I'm not Zoe, you daft git.
And here I go berating you again. Don't take it as anything bad, Doctor. I just... oh, I miss you. It's only been a couple of weeks and even if my life is still just as adventurous... it lacks you.
Please stay well. Please don't be too reckless. Please come back.