Jess. 21. Boston.
I've never been so bitter.
Martha hurriedly pulled on her jacket and ran out into her back garden. Surprised to find a very familiar spaceship in her backyard- laying horizontal on her flower pots. Stepping cautiously closer she jumped, startled, when an unfamiliar man popped up from the smoke covered TARDIS. Looking around, his eyes soon landed on the stunned woman.
“Ah! Hello, Martha Jones!”
Your face is too gorgeous to handle.