Just a short little thing I jotted down in between midterm studying because I didn't want to forget it completely. There is definitely room for improvement and expansion but for now it stays as is. I am open to suggestions and constructive criticism. Enjoy the fic.

Something didn't feel quite right to Donna. It was almost as if something was missing. She went about her day but temping at random offices as of late had lost its charm. It was downright boring. There was barely any point looking through files on the computer to see what dirty little secrets it hid. Well almost no point, every now and then she managed to find something that piqued her interest only to close it seconds later.

Then there were the flashes of…well she wasn't quite sure what they were. They couldn't be memories, those she'd definitely remember. They weren't daydreams either, she was very much awake. But sometimes, like the day before, she would be walking down the street window shopping or whatever and she would spot something that caused a stream of images to run across her mind. Almost like a movie.

There was a man, a tallish skinny twig of a man in a suit of all things. And stars…dozens of them all around her almost as if she was right in the middle of them rather than staring at them from the top of gramps' hill.

These moments tended to be followed by migraines that caused Donna to spend the rest of the afternoon in bed until it subsided.

The man…Donna could swear she had seen him before. Yes, that day everyone had claimed they had seen aliens and planets and space. He had been in her living room talking to mum and gramps, only they had looked sad. She had thought maybe something had happened but after he had bid his farewell mum had assured her nothing was amiss. They had claimed he was with that senior citizens program mum had talked about signing gramps up for. She didn't trust him home alone and god forbid something happen to him while her or Donna were at work. Plus, a few hours out of the house – and away from that blasted telescope – might do him some good. Donna had allowed herself to get sidetracked then, but now that she realized it…she had never seen tall and twiggy again.

"Ms. Noble, please get your head out of the clouds and go file these at once. You are falling behind."

Donna looked up to see her supervisor of the day staring down at her very displeased. From her quick glance at the clock, she found that she had been lost in her musings for a little close to thirty minutes. She nodded and grabbed the files, hurrying to the file room around the corner. The name on the top file made her stop in her tracks halfway there.

Smith, J.

Smith, J. J Smith. No full name and yet somehow even that seemed familiar. Brown hair, glasses and a silly childish grin flashed quickly in front of her eyes before Donna shook it off and continued on her way. Smith was a common name and so was John, albeit very plain boring names. Donna stopped for the second time in the doorway. John. Now where had that come from? That wasn't the name on the file. Heck, there was no name.

A beach. Two silly brunettes in suits with goofy grins on their faces and a girl with a blonde head of hair. A police box, not red but blue and not just any blue, this blue was special. She wasn't sure how or why, but she just knew it was.

Maybe it was time for therapy….or a couple shots of something. Huh, maybe she was going mad. Wouldn't mum just get a kick out of that?

Who even used police boxes anyway?

Donna pushed these thoughts aside and finished her day - none too soon too because she felt a headache coming on - then made the drive home. She didn't even notice the man with brown hair and a trench coat running past her as she waited at the stoplight.