She was walking through the park with the pigeons flying about a fixed point that no one could figure. All of a sudden, a blue police box appeared out of nowhere, making the pigeons fly away with no seconds to spare. People tried to assure themselves that they were just seeing things, but the woman knew exactly what it was.
She was of medium height, with chocolate brown skin. Her hair was thrown back into a bun and she wore a black coat over black pants and a black blouse. The whole look looked of someone who wanted to hide but wanted to be seen at the same time. She looked down at her boots, her heeled boots, and then back at the blue police box across the way with a look of determination. With no further thought, she broke out into a mad sprint across the green and made her way to the path where the box had landed.
"Is it you?" she asked of the box.
A man walked around the side and tucked his hands neatly into the pockets. "Aye, well, yeah, I suppose. How ye' been, Martha?" the man asked of her.
Martha took a look at the man, the man whom she had known for many years. He was tall, skinny, and wore a trench coat that must have been longer than she was tall. His suit was tidy; the black striped one with the white shirt and black tie underneath. It looked new. His sneakers, however, were dirty, but neatly tied up and out of the way. When Martha's gaze reached the man's face, she smiled. "As always, Doctor," she smiled in reply.
"Ah! Well, good then," he chirped in his nonchalant ways.
The man, the Doctor, walked around Martha to get to the pathway that went throughout the park. "Why are you here, Doctor? It's been years since I've seen you."
"Years?" he asked in surprise.
He took a look around the park, realizing that the place seemed too modern for his recollection of Earth. He then examined the woman who walked with him. She looked years older, perhaps even decades. The young twenty five year old woman he had left behind only two weeks previous now looked to be at least fifty. She wore her age well, any person passing her on the street might say she was in her late thirties, but as a Time Lord, the changes that time brought about were more obvious than to humans.
"It's been nearly twenty five years since we ran into each other like this, Doctor," she replied simply.
"Well…" he murmured to himself.
He took a look around the park they were walking through, taking note that the birds were unusually quiet at this time of day, during the start of spring. The people roamed around the park oblivious to this fact, because what they didn't need to know didn't warrant taking note of it. The only thought that ran through the Doctor's mind was the one that asked why he was there. What was so special about this day, this week, this month, this season, this year, this decade, this place, this everything… that would bring him to this exact point in time, skipping over two and a half decades?
He made no mention of his questioning to Martha; he wanted to spare her the questioning that he now was consumed in. They continued to walk, as Martha recounted the last two and a half decades as the Doctor tried to remember the last two and a half days. He had seen twenty different places and times in those last two days, whereas Martha had married, had children, was about to become a grandmother, and had seen the world remain in good spirits and out of harm's way these last two and a half decades.
They walked for another few minutes, idly chatting about life and travelling. Martha had seen the world again with her husband and children, this time, properly seeing all the touristy spots and all the people instead of the emptiness that the Year That Never Was had brought about. "Doctor?" Martha asked suddenly as she realized he wasn't listening.
"Hum…?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Something about Paraguay?" he suggested hopefully.
"No… definitely not. I was talking about Donna."
He sighed and looked at his feet, his stomach flipped from hearing her name again. "Donna…" he said simply.
"She's gone missing."