Donna trekked up the hill and smiled when she saw her granddad, Wilf, perched on his wooden box looking up at the shining stars. She chuckled as she noticed that he was wearing the same blue cardigan that had been on him for almost a week.
"Do you ever change?"
Suddenly, a searing sensation went straight to Donnas head and she had to fight back the urge to scream. Trying to get rid of the pain she shut her eyes, but was almost knocked to her feet as several images flew towards her.
She was on a staircase with a man in a suit. They were running, and she felt happy. Suddenly, she was standing in front of a blue box. Donna wanted to call it the Tardis… she didn't know why. Every time the word rolled around in her head another burning sensation shot through her body.
Feeling the tears rolling across her cheeks, and she begged to somebody to make it stop. She could feel Wilfs hands on her shoulders, gently rocking her back and forth, trying to ease the pain.
The images stopped soon and Donna stayed cradled in wilfs arms for the rest of the night, her tears still falling and her body still shaking.