A/N: I've decided to write a collection of stories for series 'five' whenever that'll be. I hope my stories will provide some entertainment. Of course, I will never reach Russell T Davies standard, but I can always try. Tools used for this chapter are solid imagination, and my iTunes library. Hehe! Ps, Donna is going to have dreams about the doctor. And no she won't explode, damn it. Seriously - the time war was 'permanently' locked, and then Dalek Sec unlocked it. Granted ''A dalek is a genius, it can crack a billion codes in one second,'' but even so.

The Doctor (voice over) - Things have been different since Donna left. Different can be good ... and it can be bad. It can be unknown - a void, not only in dimension, but in you - who you are. Rose said that the darkness was coming. And she was right.

Joe Jefferson was an average man working in London. Being offered a job at Temptons, the new magazine headquarters was a really good deal for him to be offered. Money was tight, as his wife, Alice, put it - and this job was coincidental. Coincidentally perfect. "This is good, Joe," said Alice, who was sifting through bills at the time, looking worried.

Joe narrowed his eyes. "Don't you think it's odd that I get a call from somebody with no number, offering me a job with a brand new magazine nobody has heard of?"
"Hence why you used the phrase 'brand new,'" chuckled Alice. Concern washed over her face as she glanced at her husband. "Joe, this will be good! What's the harm in going along? The salary is ... fifty thousand pounds a year, and there are bonuses. Joe... we really need this. They obviously asked you because you're special."
"Special," echoed Joe, embracing his wife, "That's me."

Donna Noble had been on the internet, looking for jobs. "Come on Donna," said her mother, slightly patronisingly, "You've been there for an hour, and that doesn't look like the job centre site to me!"
Donna sighed. "Mum, I am perfectly capable of finding myself a job!" She turned around on the chair, her eyes indignant, and perhaps, slightly willfull.

"Not when you're browsing jargon..." Her mum lent over her and clicked the site back up, and her face fell. "Blue box?"
"Yeah... dunno why I put that into the search engine."
"Well... get back to searching, Donna."
"Yes mum..."

The Doctor was strolling along main London, eating from a bag of chips, casually walking past the chain stores, dodging through the hoards of people who were determined to get home. He finished the last chip with relish, abandoning his rubbish in a nearby bin, when something caught his attention. A leaflet, in a bin. Not an unusual thing, he thought, but it was a rather posh looking invitation. He snatched it quickly and began to walk away, reading it.

He didn't notice the woman in the red dress watching him.

The invitation was to an opera thing. Opera wasn't his thing, but hey, it wasn't like he had the world to save... yet. He pocketed the invitation and wandered away from the crowded area, back to the TARDIS.

Sorry it's short. I'll do a longer chap next time.