We lived in a village called Foxgrove – that's where I was born. One afternoon, in August 1951, they got in their car, drove off, and they never came back.
Dad's sister, the family genius. She did the best she could, but she was always so busy, never in one place long enough to lick a stamp. She always said my mum and dad were the best parents in the world. But I couldn't help thinking – was she covering up for them? Because that day they just upped and left their baby alone. Left me behind.
Luke, I have saved the lives of so many people, people I didn't even know, I don't know – miners on Peladon, all the people drinking BubbleShock, without a second thought, but this is my mum and dad!
Why do we have to think this is something terrible? What if this is a good thing? All these years I've been putting other people first – there has to be something at the end of it, doesn't there? Something for me? What if this is it? My reward!
But you couldn't do it, I knew you could never do it!
Sarah Jane
You were right, I couldn't send them off, but you didn't count on one thing - they were brilliant! They worked it out by themselves! My Mum and Dad defeated you!
That's all I ever had of them. But life goes on... it has to... Oh Luke, they were my Mum and Dad... [pulls Luke into a hug and sobs, smiling] ...and they were wonderful!
13 Bannerman Road is Sarah Jane Smith lives. And it's home to things way beyond your imagination. There's an extra-terrestrrial super computer in the wall, a genetically engineered boy genius in the attic. A schoolgirl investigator across the road. And a whole universe of adventure right here on the doorstep.
K-9, you're coming home, for good this time...! K-9, I'm in a spaceship under a beach on the south coast. The spaceship needs a blackhole, reckon you can help?
[Sarah Jane smiles and walks out of TARDIS leaving the Doctor leaning back against the console, a sad look on his face. The TARDIS door closes behind her and the TARDIS dematerialises leaving Sarah Jane, Luke, Clyde, Rani, & K-9 looking at the empty space where the TARDIS once stood]
Phyllis Trupp, personal assistant to the gallery's curator. Her most detalied personal profile can be found on peapod-soulmates.com, where she lists her interests as salsa dancing. She says she's "open minded and willing to try-"