An alien planet - Midnight they called it. A luxury resort with everything you could ever need on a good holiday. Donna was loving it.
"Dance?" she asked, expectantly.
"Huh?" He wasn't really listening. For a moment his thoughts had been elsewhere, with a blonde woman in another universe.
"Do you want to dance? Wake up space man!" Donna replied. She was half mad and half laughing.
"Yeah. OK. Dance. I can do that." She took his hand and dragged him in front of the loud speakers. The music filled his head, but he couldn't work out the words. I've danced before, he thought, with Rose. A different sort of dancing though.
Donna was saying something but he wasn't listening - again. He'd seen something. A glimpse of someone across the room, someone familiar. Rose. He was sure of it. He let go of Donna, brushed her aside as if she was nothing and sprinted across the room, swerving to avoid other dancers who gave him odd looks as he sped by.
"ROSE!" he cried. "ROSE!"
He had reached the other side of the room but there was nothing there. Just a window, looking out across the planet. There was no blonde woman. No woman at all. No Rose. Its my fault, thought the Doctor, I was thinking about her. Trick of the imagination.
He turned, tears welling in his eyes. Then his face was hit with the full force of Donna's hand. She looked furious but he wasn't sorry. Just this one time he wasn't sorry.