Donna Noble sighed as she parked her little blue car in the first parking spot she found empty. She'd been driving around the large lot for over fifteen minutes, unable to find an available spot in the ridiculously crowded lot.

"Honestly," she muttered darkly as she stormed from the car. "You'd think people would have better places to be then this rubbish dump." She glared up at the imposing building in front of her as if she had some kind of personal vendetta against it.

In all honesty, the building was the opposite of a rubbish dump. Sixteen floors worth of top scale luxury stood in front of her, and large panels of expensive glass gleamed like diamonds in the mid morning sun. From her position in front of the building she could see myriads of tastefully dressed people pushing their way into and out of the building, clutching briefcases filled with important documents, specially signed forms, and in one man's case, an expensively decorated violin with a large golden bow on the bridge.

Plixle was a brand new and extremely trendy new company that had started up only a few months ago. Donna had been lucky to get an employment offer from the desk of the CEO, and decided to take the job because her husband was already working there. Today was her first day on the job, and it had so far been a terrible morning.

Walking forward in what she hoped appeared a confident manner, Donna joined the flow of wealthy people heading in through the expensive glass doors at the front of the building. Donna felt herself glancing over her shoulder, an immense sensation of déja vu growing in her gut.

A young woman with dark hair bumped into her. "Oh, sorry," she said before disappearing back into the crowd without a second look.

"Oi!" Donna shouted after her, but the woman had vanished. "People these days," Donna muttered darkly to herself.

"Can I help you?" A beaming woman with too mich lipstick appeared at her sight, quickly falling into step with the ginger headed woman, clearly thinking she was a potential client.

"Excuse me, but I work here," she told the smiling woman bluntly.

The woman, if possible, beamed even wider. She has really white teeth, Donna noticed. "You must be Donna Noble!" She extended one of her pale and slim hands. Her fingers were long and spidery and covered in large rings. When Donna did not take her hand, she let it drop.

"I'm Kiara Washington, Vice President of the company," she said. She produced a business card and showed it to Donna. "As you can see, I'm rather important around here." Her tone was light and friendly but she sounded threatening.

Donna felt a gnawing feeling growing in her gut as she squinted at the business card in the lipsticked woman's hand. "It's blank," she said.

The woman glanced at the card, her expression one of confusion. "What? Don't be silly. First day jitters getting the best of you, I see. Come, Donna. I'll take you to meet your new co-workers. You're temping for Dr. Pollard, I presume. Right this way."

Kiara swept off. Donna found no other option but to follow, as she was very lost in the large and luxurious building. "I do not have first day jitters," she said, highly offended, before hurrying to catch up with the woman.

"We may be a new company," said Kiara, as a way of beginning a tour of the facility, "but we have grown successful in the three months we've had business. As you can see, we provide only the best for our clients and employees."

She gestured to the modern waiting room where clients were waiting to speak with someone about pressing matters. Multitudes of waitresses and waiters wearing smartly fitted gray uniforms walked around attending to the needs of the waiting people quickly and efficiently.

"Would you like something to drink, Donna," asked Kiara. "No? All right then. Marcy," she called to one of the waitresses, a girl cur,y red locks, "do you mind getting me my normal? I'm afraid my back pains have started acting up again."

"Of course, Mistress Washington," said Marcy, and Donna did a double take.

"Why does she sound like a robot?" she inquired as the robotic sounding girl seemed to glide away.

"Don't be silly," Kiara responded. "They aren't robots. And they keep calling us all mistress! It's really quite annoying, if you ask me." She ignored Donna's mutter of, "Nobody did," as she continued. "We hire only the best of the best. The two hundred waiters and waitresses have gone to specialized colleges. I know that may sound petty, but we want to provide the best services. For everyone. Ah, thank you, Marcy."

The waitress had returned with a cup of vile looking green liquid. Donna watched as Kiara took the glass and downed it in one gulp.

"What is that," the red headed woman asked as Kiara shuddered and handed the glass back to Marcy. "Just a little pick-me-up. Off you go now, Marcy."

"Yes, Mistress Kiara," Marcy said in an iron voice. She glided away. Donna eyed her suspiciously, but before she could turn to see if any of the other attendants spoke in the same manner, Kiara was leading the way the lifts.

"Recently we updated our lift system," Kiara continued as she pressed a button to call the lift. "Before we only had three lifts, but with the business demands, we had to vastly expand our work forces, and the old number of three lifts just didn't work for the average number of three thousand we get per day."

"Three thousand people," Donna said, impressed. "That doesn't surprise me."

Kiara ignored her comment. "Dr. Pollard is the head of the Health branch. Health is on floor sseben, but like all Department Heads, Dr. Pollard has his own office on the sixteenth floor. The uppermost levels are only for Department Heads and our monthly most successful employees. You may not go there without the express permission of one of them. I'm sorry, but professional rules, as you must understand. Work hard, and you'll be promoted quickly."

The lift arrived, and the two climbed aboard quickly. "Floor seven, please," Kiara said. "These lifts have the newest technology. No buttons. Instead, they take voice commands. Special voice recognition software allows only employees to give orders. With such a large facility, it wouldn't do to have clients wandering around."

She smiled at Donna, but it looked like she was grimacing. "Your voice has been added."

Now the doors opened. As they headed out, a man with a roguish grin and a cocky air to him entered the elevator. "Ladies," he said. Donna eyed him. She felt that she knew him from somewhere, but couldn't quite place his face. The lift doors closed, and his eyes, which held hers for a brief moment, flashed briefly with surprise before they vanished.

Kiara began to tell Donna information that was probably very crucial to temping for Dr. Pollard, but Donna wasn't listening. She kept thinking about the feeling that had grown and was still growing, the feeling lodged in her gut, begging to be listened to. But she knew if she listened to it, she would think it crazy. Because her gut was saying she had been to this building before, and that she had seen that man before, and that something very big was happening around her. Something big that she used to be a part of, but could no longer be. Like she could only witness what might unfurl, or as if she were dreaming and had no control of her conscious.

That was how her life had felt for several years now. It was as if she had woken up from a deep and vivid dream, but then she'd forgotten everything. All the things that she'd seen in such clarity, the things she's witnessed, themoments she'd experienced...gone. Vanished into darkness, distorted beyond recognition like a wet painting that had been doused with water.

And Donna went about living her life, waiting for the missing puzzle piece to return from wherever it had gone. Well, she assumed there was a big puzzle piece. She hoped there was. It would make her life more interesting than what it was. She had a feeling she'd been to different planets, but couldn't decide if it had actually happened or if it was just her wishful thinking. Surely, if she had gone to other worlds, she'd remember?

"...Adipose Industries," Kiara was saying. The name jerked Donna back to reality.

"Excuse me, what did you say? About Adipose Industrues, or whatever you called it?" Donna cut Kiara off.

"Oh, thing much about it," said Kiara with a smile. Her lipstick had smeared slightly. "Just that this building has been empty for several years now, since the whole thing with Adipose Industries." She stopped talking for a moment. "Such a shame they went out of business. They were quite a promising company. But we're not about weight loss. We're about gain. For everyone, of course. We plan to go international in two months are so, so we can share efficiency and quality with the rest of the world."

Donna's gut feeling increased. Go away, she told it.

Kiara touched her teeth with one of her long and perfectly manicured nails. "Oh my," she said. "I've been away from my work for far too long. My apologies that I must leave abruptly, but it shouldn't be difficult to find your office. Just keep going down the hallway. The Health waiting room is right around the corner. You should talk to. Bernice, and she can show you to your new office if you need any assistance. But you're a smart one, aren't you, Donna? Given exposure, you're practically a sea of knowledge, human and...inhuman."

Donna snorted. "I'm about as intelligent as anyone, thank you very much. Now, pop to it. I'm sure you have some very important Vice President-y stuff you've got to be doing."

Kiara gave her an indecipherable look. "Yes, I'd better 'pop to it' as you say." She began to walk back to the lifts, her designer heels making crisp clicking noises against the polished wood floors. She called for a lift, and it promptly arrived. One last time she turned to look at Donna. "How long do you think you'll be staying with us, Donna Noble?" she asked.

"Even I haven't figured that out yet," Donna replied provocatively.

"Well, you've ,add the right choice working here, and we're glad to have hired you," said Kiara in a rehearsed happy tone. Her eyes glinted almost maliciously, and then she stepped onto the lift and was gone.

"Thank god," Donna muttered to herself. "Didn't like her at all. Too much lipstick. And her teeth are too white. And no, I'm not jealous of her white teeth. Bernice. Find Bernice. What kinda name is Bernice anyway?"

She passed a large group of what she assumed were clients waiting to speak to a Health specialist in a waiting room. A smiling woman with white hair sat at a mahogany desk, her supplies neatly arranged in front of her, smiling as she spoke with an older man. A gold plaque on her desk read BERNICE.

Before Donna could approach The woman, her phone began buzzing. She pulled it out in extreme annoyance and saw that it was her husband calling. Figuring she couldn't ignore him, her thumb hovered over the accept call button. It was loud where she stood. She wanted to talk somewhere private. She looked around, spotted a crowded ladies' room and an equally busy mens', and settled for the cleaning closet in between the two.

Once she was safely in the peaceful quietness that was the closet, she put the phone to her ear. "What do you want?" she demanded of her husband.

"Just wanted to wish my beautiful wife a good morning, and good luck on her first day on the job," he responded, undeterred by her harsh tone.

Donna sighed, appreciating her husband a lot right at that very moment. "Thanks," she said. "You have an excellent day yourself."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

The call ended. Donna put the phone away and was about to turn around when she realized that there was something in the cleaning closet that wasn't supposed to be. Surrounded by mops and brooms and bottles of green cleaning solution was an object she knew very, very well but that she did not remember.

There was a glowing blue police box. And that was when Donna Noble knew for sure that something big was definitely going to happen.

Author's Note: I do not own Doctor Who. Chapter Two will come out soon.