Donna stood up properly and glared at the others. "You lot disgust me" she hissed. "Look at that girl LOOK AT HER!" everyone flinched. "She is no older than twenty one. She may be one of the strongest women I have ever met but she's still a child in other ways. If you lot got your way you would have killed a child who wants her mum"
When she had sat there babbling to me, saying Allonsy I could see a sweet innocent hyperactive childlike air around her...she was sweet. Then when all that hassle and hysteria happened she took charge like a born leader, she made sense and god she was so clever...a clever child with good sense. Then she was trapped in copying the other woman and I saw that tear trail down her cheek as she choked out "Allonsy Doctor" and I knew that she was a child crying for help...that's why I rescued her and sacrificed myself to save them all...and now I burn to death.
I'm watching her shake back and forth, she's sobbing louder and louder each moment passing and the redheaded woman is comforting her. I feel guilty, after all I was the one that started it all wasn't I? I was the one that was insisting that we should throw her out. The redhead was right, this girl was a child...she could have so easily been my son...I could have killed my son today.
She was such a lovely charismatic person, I told her stories of my embarrassment and she laughed delightfully. She worked round the room charming everyone and I saw a beautiful charming young woman. She took control when we were panicking and she was a strong warrior. And now she is rocking on the floor sobbing her little heart out calling for her mum and I see a child...and I realise she could have been old enough to be my daughter...
I never felt so ashamed than I have today. This woman, this girl, this child was intelligent and fascinating, she was so enthusiastic and was so willing to learn...just like my assistant. And here I was helping someone else throw her out to her death. She was old enough to be my granddaughter and I tried to kill her...she is so alike to Dee Dee...could I kill Dee Dee? No...Have I been fair to Dee Dee who had been trying to tell us? No...Should have I been kinder to Dee Dee like I was to this one before the whole terrifying incident? Yes...
She seemed so old, so mature and beyond her age. In fact I would go as far to say she was well over a century trapped in a young woman's body, I was going to ask her today if she was a vampire but changed my mind because that would have been silly. If she was a vampire she would have died the moment she landed on this planet. She treated me with respect and treated me like I was an adult, listened to my ideas...and I didn't help her...didn't try hard enough...now I can see that she's no older than me...I want my Mum as well.
I take a shaky breath as I watch this woman sob her heart out in Donna's shoulder. I had tried to help, I really did but no one would listen. Why would anyone listen to a child? After all apparently I only think I know the things I know. But they had listened to her at one stage...at one stage people listened to Rose Tyler and admired her words...she may still be a child but she was a brilliant one...and maybe I should follow her footsteps. Tomorrow I'll hand in my resignation and then...and then I will find the Lost Moon of Poosh.