I know we haven’t know each other very long, only one year and four incarnations, but I do think it’s about time you invited into the TARDIS. Yes, yes, you do have Clara at the moment, but we all know, that can’t last much longer. Based on your previous companions I believe I am the ideal fit. I fall between a reasonable age bracket to still be considered ‘young’, I am female, and have, on occasion, been called attractive. I can travel light; in fact, I have been living out of one suitcase for the better part of a year now. I’m exactly the girl for you. I’m lost and dissatisfied with life and I don’t have a job or boyfriend holding me back (I know the boyfriend thing particularly bugs you). I’m Australian and, to be perfectly frank, what’s with the British favouritism. In choosing an Aussie companion, you will be stepping outside your comfort zone whilst remaining with the safety net of the Commonwealth.
Admittedly, I have a few shortcomings. My ankles are weak, I’m just not a strong runner, however, I imagine, with persistence and practice I can improve in this area. On the other hand, I’m quick witted, sassy (which seems a recent trend), and don’t mind getting my hands dirty (I mean literally. I’d never kill anyone, I know you hate that). I enjoy travelling to exotic locals and learning about ancient cultures. I love a good book, but promise not to tell you the end and have a vast collection of DVDs with which to operate the TARDIS. In fact, I think, the TARDIS and I would be great buddies, far more that she and Clara ever were.
Really, Doctor, I know I’m the one for you. I’ll be here (you know where) waiting for that whirring. I’ve even cleared a space in my living room for the TARDIS to appear.
The girl who waited 3.0 (I count Madame de Pompadour as the first)