There Martha Jones lay in her bed. Sleepless, for these past few days should just could not stop thinking about the doctor. She couldn't belive how she just, left TWICE! She needed someone to talk to. Not just anyone but one who understood. " Not Donna, oh she was wonderful! can't call Rose," " AHA!" she said as she ran to the phone and called Wilfred. " voicemal, voicemal, voicemail, ARGH! "
" Martha why on EARTH are you calling me at this time of night? " Wilf curiously said.
Martha replied with 4 simple words: " I need to talk " and hung up with that
