The bride shimmies into the wedding dress for her fitting. Three months. Just three months and she will be married. The thought send shivers up her spin. She is so ready for this. She deserves this. Her mum had been hounding her about finding a man and she bloody well found one. Her granddad is thrilled. She told him one night while they were out star gazing, as usual. He nearly knocked his telescope over clapping and cheering. The bloke she found is perfect. He respects her. That's all she asks for. Respect and love and humor, he's got to have a sense of humor.
She turns to look at the back of the dress. Gorgeous. Bloody Gorgeous.
"Yeah?" her mum and bridesmaids are watching, nodding. "I love it." She states. She feels like something is missing though, something small but important. Pockets. Pockets? Why would a wedding dress need pockets? She thinks but the thought won't leave her alone. She needs pockets on her wedding dress.
"Sarah, this dress is brilliant but it needs pockets." She says.
"Sorry?"
"I know but…just do it, yeah?"
"Alright. It'll be another week or so before its ready though."
"That's fine."
She goes back to the dressing room and wrestles out of it. As she walks out, her party descends upon her.
"You looked beautiful."
"Absolutely stunning."
"Everyone is going to die when they see you."
"Hun, why pockets?" her mum asks.
"Don't know really. Just seems like something important to have."
"Alright, Donna. Whatever you say."
As they walk home, she can't shake a feeling. A feeling of longing. As she sits out with her granddad that night watching the stars she asks him, "Granddad?"
"Hmm?" he grunts in reply.
"Do you ever think we're missing out on something?"
His eyes leave the telescope and fixate on her, "What makes you say that?"
"Nothing. Just been a long day."
He pats her hand, fighting back tears, "Donna Noble, you are the most important woman in all of creation."
She laughs, "Not really. I'm just a temp in Chiswick."
He wants to tell her, about the Doctor, about their adventures, about her saving the universe, but he can't. It would kill her. So he smiles and kisses her cheek, "And the best one at that. Now back to the stars. They won't watch themselves."
She nods and returns her attention to the sky, the longing slowly returning.
