Rachel isn't sure of a mailing address for the Doctor, or how to reach him. She decides to just trust in the awesomeness of the United States Postal Service, and so she drops a letter, addressed to the Doctor, on bright yellow paper, in the mail.
On the paper is the following note, in blue ink, in a rather loopy and lopsided script:
Dear Doctor,
Thanks for the postcard, and for the good wishes. It means a lot to me to be remembered, especially at such a crazy time, and for such happy news.
There's always a scheme to get you to buy more. Hopefully you were strong. Hopefully none of them had axes. Or were buttheads.
I hope this finds you well and happy. Come to DC when you can. I'd love to see you, and, dude, we could totally charge pizza to the United States Senate, now. Our dates just get classier by the day.
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Date: 2008-03-28 06:58 am (UTC)On the paper is the following note, in blue ink, in a rather loopy and lopsided script:
Dear Doctor,
Thanks for the postcard, and for the good wishes. It means a lot to me to be remembered, especially at such a crazy time, and for such happy news.
There's always a scheme to get you to buy more. Hopefully you were strong. Hopefully none of them had axes. Or were buttheads.
I hope this finds you well and happy. Come to DC when you can. I'd love to see you, and, dude, we could totally charge pizza to the United States Senate, now. Our dates just get classier by the day.
Take care.
Much love,
Rachel