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This story is based off of this picture that I found, and I wasn't satisfied to find any story that really touched on the concept or did it justice. So I decided to take up the mantle. The link is above if you want to see the picture.

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Chapter One: The Most Important Woman in the Universe

It was shortly after the wedding that the dreams began.

Dreams of space and time, dreams of running, dreams of pain and hope that broke her heart and mended it at the same time. She woke with tears trickling down her cheeks in the morning, and the dreams faded away, returning back inside the blue box within her mind.

She felt like there was a piece of herself missing, despite her happiness with her life. A feeling that was confirmed when she looked into the eyes of her grandfather. There was a grief that he had when he looked at her, much as he tried to hide it. Something she would do or say, and he would be ready to break down in tears.

Her mother had the look too, but she hid it better. She couldn't hide the change in her behavior. She and Mum had never been the best of friends, especially after she reached majority, but now she didn't nag her as much, or lay on the guilt as much anymore. She was gentler, at least with her, and more supportive. When she had finally brought Shawn home, she had dreaded the moment. It felt like the world would end. But her mother welcomed Shawn with open arms, not even dropping anvils of hints about marriage, and after the disaster of Lance, she wasn't looking to get hitched again.

She was doing well at work, medical transcription at a local doctor's office. She and the doctor's wife got along like a house on fire, almost to the chagrin to the doctor. They had been invited to the wedding, but a family emergency had cropped up, and they couldn't attend. And she had wanted to share the news of her new fortune, which had come from her granddad on her wedding day as a present, And it turned out to be a winner! A jackpot of over five hundred million pounds! The number on the enormous check that she had taken a picture with was £516,231,163 to be exact. Not that she didn't want to keep her job. She did. But now she could do everything that she planned, like making sure her granddad and mum were taken care of.

She wanted to do more, she dreamed of more, even if she couldn't remember what she dreamed about. They had moved into a new house, nothing too extravagant, but somewhere that could house her, mum, granddad, and Shawn and still give everyone space.

She was a week into unpacking the parlor when there was a knock on her door. In retrospect, she recognized that some part of her, hidden away, told her not to answer the door, to run or flee, to do anything except go to her front door. She squashed down the bizarre trepidation and twisted the knob, making a mental note to have Shawn oil the hinges when he got home.

In front of her stood a man, dressed very sharp, if Victorian costume dress was something she fancied, which she didn't. "Yes, can I help you?"

The man smirked in a way that was almost a sneer, fueling the trepidation that she had smothered initially. "I do hope so. Are you Donna Noble?"

Irritation flared a little in her. "That's Temple-Noble," she rebuked. "What do you want?"

The sneer grew in full as men without faces but with mouths filled with pointed teeth pushed in from the sides and a migraine the likes of which she had never felt erupted in her head. She fell to her knees, one hand braced against the floor while the other cradled her head, whispers stabbing like needles in her mind.

"I want the name of the Doctor," the man smugly said as he stood towering over her, the pain in her head getting worse by the second.

She managed to mumble a query before she lost herself to the darkness of unconsciousness.

"Doctor who?"