To: The Doctor
[This is not a journal entry, since John still hasn't figured out locking. This is, in fact, a little piece of paper with the following written on it, to be delivered in person.]
Doctor:
What I went through, what I felt in those dreams, is perhaps more real than anything else I've experienced, with the exception of two brief months that I had of my own. I may not have been there when it all happened, but I lived it every single night.
But then, what it really comes down to is the part where I'm not real to you, Doctor. You -- or at least the version of you I came to be somewhat familiar with -- would balk at destroying a real human. I, on the other hand, am merely an unfortunate loss, mitigated by the fact that I never had a true existence in the first place.
You know a great deal about the dreams, about what I've been through. Was your John Smith happy to die for you? Was his sacrifice worth it? Did it really not matter so much in the end who he was, what he felt?
I'm not an idiot, Doctor, whatever you might think of me. You know what would have happened to me because you went through it yourself, and a man much like me died so that you could clean up the mess you created by coming to Earth in the first place.
And I'm also well aware that you wouldn't claim certain things with authority unless you knew for a fact where a certain item was. So if you feel I'm revealing things I shouldn't about someone who was not even you, I suggest you produce the Doctor in question, and let him have it out with me in your place. I feel he and I both have quite a few things that ought to be said.
-J.S.
Doctor:
What I went through, what I felt in those dreams, is perhaps more real than anything else I've experienced, with the exception of two brief months that I had of my own. I may not have been there when it all happened, but I lived it every single night.
But then, what it really comes down to is the part where I'm not real to you, Doctor. You -- or at least the version of you I came to be somewhat familiar with -- would balk at destroying a real human. I, on the other hand, am merely an unfortunate loss, mitigated by the fact that I never had a true existence in the first place.
You know a great deal about the dreams, about what I've been through. Was your John Smith happy to die for you? Was his sacrifice worth it? Did it really not matter so much in the end who he was, what he felt?
I'm not an idiot, Doctor, whatever you might think of me. You know what would have happened to me because you went through it yourself, and a man much like me died so that you could clean up the mess you created by coming to Earth in the first place.
And I'm also well aware that you wouldn't claim certain things with authority unless you knew for a fact where a certain item was. So if you feel I'm revealing things I shouldn't about someone who was not even you, I suggest you produce the Doctor in question, and let him have it out with me in your place. I feel he and I both have quite a few things that ought to be said.
-J.S.