My name is Honey. Seriously, that's my name. I'm not even going to bother with my last name. It's silly and you'll laugh. My mum and dad couldn't decide on a name for me and so they started calling me sweetheart, peanut, all those little pet names. Honey just stuck. I'm sure glad it wasn't Munchkin.

Anyway, the name just stuck and over the last 24 years of my life my mum's found all kinds of ways to justify it. When I was a baby it was because while she was pregnant she craved honey on everything. When I was older it was because I had dark golden hair like a honeybees. Then my hair got darker, like my dad's, and she said it was because she thought it would get me a lot of attention with the boys. They could have a pet name for me without being accused of sexual harassment.

And now she's given up with the excuses. She doesn't even like honey, is scared of bees and I'm single and very much not looking. Mum's been after me for years to settle down with a nice bloke somewhere. But that will never happen because you see… I'm already in love with someone. I've never even met him but I know he's real. Every night I watch him as he saves the world and helps the helpless. I watched him change and feel his loss. He doesn't even know I exist. His name is the Doctor and I love him.