With Love and Squalor

Dear Doctor Who,

You have no idea who I am but name is Beckett Amelia Hughes and I was wondering if I could runaway with you. Life, has been less than stellar these last two years. I mean outside of my random moments of excitement I am beginning to fall out of love with life again. Not in a way that would ever be harmful to myself, but that in a way affects the spirit some days.

But then I ran across you, the doctor, and your promises of adventure via the BBC. And you know what, I trusted you immediately which I don't have a tendency of doing, especially towards men who wear bow ties. I mean hell, I don't even know much about you. You regenerate every few years. You are a Time Lord who travels space, and for some reason you have this running joke about your TARDIS being bigger on the inside.

Despite those apprehension I marvel at your adventures and the things you have seen. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I was hoping, maybe, that you would consider me as a future companion. I do like my travels, and though sometime adventure scares me I never back down from a good one.

Whenever you tire of Amy Pond, or she decides to end her travels with you, I am ready to take her place, in space. I know that I will see all sorts of things including 'ghost from the past. aliens from the future. and the day the Earth died in a ball of flame'. But I am ready, and willing, because I know it will be a trip of a lifetime.

Sincerely,

Becks