I laid in my bed, my once-ginger hair pulled up into a bun. My daughter, Jacquelyn, or Jackie, as we called her, sat by my side, holding my hand.
"It's okay, mum," she said. "Everything will be alright." I nodded, smiling at my 25-year-old daughter.
"I'll miss you, Jackie," I said as tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'll miss you, too."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Jackie, will you get that for me?" I asked. She nodded and went to the door.
A tall man with a tweed jacket and bowtie came to my bedside. "Who the hell are you?" I asked. He smiled. "Hello, Donna." Jackie smirked and left the room.
"Well? Tell me who you are!" The man put his hand on my shoulder. "Oh, it's been so long. You don't remember me."
"I've never seen you before in my life."
"Not this face, no. You're dying, Donna Noble."
"How did you know that?"
"It's the reason I'm here. I've come to give you a gift."
He reached for my head, but I slapped his hands away from it. "Oi! Just what do you think you're doing?!" "Trust me."
He reached for my head again, and I reluctantly let him.
Memories flooded into my head. The Racnoss, the Adipose, Pompeii, the Ood, the Sontarans, Martha and Jenny, Agatha Christie, River Song, the Vashta Nerada, Davros and the Daleks, and—Oh god. The Doctor! I was the most important woman in the Universe. I saved the world. No—more than the world. I saved the whole Universe.
But this man in front of me, he wasn't the Doctor. The Doctor wore a brown pinstriped suit all the time. But then another memory came to me. Rose once said he could change. When he regenerated.
"Doctor!" I gasped as my eyes opened. He smiled a kind smile. "Donna." Tears flooded my eyes. "Goodbye, Doctor. It's been wonderful." He turned away, but I could see tears in his eyes. "Oi, Chinny!" I said. He chuckled and turned back to me. "Yes?" "Don't cry for me. You'll move on, I know you will." He closed his eyes. "I hate goodbyes." My eyes fluttered. "P-please. I need the closure."
"Goodbye, Donna."