I was angry and sad for several days afterwards, but Barbara brought me round. She was always so wonderfully rational. Then I realised that, of course, although we may have been wanderers… Barbara and I were never alone. Like the Doctor had Susan, I had companionship from someone who understood me and cared for me, and who I understood and cared for too. And that wasn’t so bad. It kept us sane. It was vital. In fact, it was lovely
Ian Chesterton (The Wanderer)
Is it because of the effect Barbara and I had on the Doctor? Is that it? Before he met us he was just an observer, a selfish onlooker, only getting involved if he had to save his own skin, but we changed him. We made him better than that. We made him noble. We helped him save lives.
Ian in the Time Museum.
It’s ridiculous the things you think of when you’re running out of hope. I kept worrying about the post that’d be piling up at my digs in Fenbury Street. My landlady Mrs. Russell would’ve re-let my room by now. I’d be a missing person, a disgrace who ran off with the history teacher. And there was the 5th form’s homework that I hadn’t marked, I was never late with that. But now…it was all music I no longer had to face.
Ian Chesterton (The Flames of Cadiz)