I love the new TARDIS team, please don't get me wrong! It's just once in a while it feels good to visit an old friend. So I figured a bit of Eleven and Donna mixed in with hurt/comfort, might be nice. More chapters to come soon!

*This takes place in present day. It occurs some time in between his adventures with Amy and Rory in the current season.

Reviews are appreciated, thanks!

"It's Donna!" A tired and frazzled looking Shaun Temple looked pleadingly at Wilf.

Wilfred Mott rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he leaned against the door of his little cottage. Both men were in their pajamas. Wilf's face was now etched with worry lines of his own.

Shaun didn't need to explain. Wilf knew. He nodded and quickly grabbed his coat and slipped on some shoes. Before he was finished, Shaun was running back down the hill to the main house and was phoning friends and family, desperate in his search.

Wilf looked around his nice sized cottage. The cottage was built on his granddaughter's property, especially for him. It even had a nice tall tower up the stairs with a powerful telescope for all of his stargazing.

Donna Temple-Noble, his granddaughter, had made it her first priority after winning the lottery. To buy herself and her husband, Shaun, a nice bit of land just outside of town. They'd built a good sized house on it and for Wilf, his cottage up on a big hill all his own.

She'd bought her mother, Sylvia, a place in town. Wilfred thought she did that on purpose. To keep her mother at a distance, but not too far of a distance. Sylvia was a happier woman now that her daughter was married off and had plenty of money, but that didn't keep her from fussing at her daughter every now and again.

"Oh Donna, what should I do..." Wilf stood and moved back toward the door. He could go looking for her in town. The last time this had happened, that was where they'd found her. But Shaun had set up a system. He already alerted the police so they would be on the lookout for her, and was in the process of having their friends and family look about for her as well.

The trouble was, she kept going to a different place each time she had one of these episodes.

Everyone else called it sleep walking. Donna herself joked that there just wasn't enough time in the day to do all the shopping she liked, so she must get some done in her sleep. But Wilfred wasn't fooled. He could see even she was stressed by whatever was happening with her.

She kept disappearing. Not literally vanishing, but walking off in a dazed state and not remembering much about it. She and Shaun and even Sylvia insisted it was just sleep walking, but Wilfred knew better. Sleep walking happened only after someone had fallen asleep. These episodes of Donna's happened any time, sometimes when she was wide awake and in the middle of doing things!

She'd be found wandering, confused, sometimes upset, but then seemingly just fine.

He knew if she were remembering her time with the Doctor she would lose consciousness and pass out, not go wandering off. So he was scared about this.

It had been happening more and more. Something needed to be done. Sylvia wouldn't talk to him about the possibility of it having anything to do with Donna's time with the Doctor. She was insistent that they move on from all of that and not dare mention it again. So he kept his thoughts to himself. But he knew things couldn't keep on like this.

He needed to contact the Doctor. He didn't like it. It wasn't a good idea at all. But he didn't know what else to do. He felt certain that Shaun and his system would locate Donna once again, but then it would just keep happening. The more it happened, the duller the look in Donna's eyes seemed to get. The more confused and unhappy she appeared even as she attempted jokes.

Maybe if the Doctor would just stop by and give her a quick look to make sure she was okay...But that was too risky. He went out to help look for her again this time, deciding it best not to disturb the Doctor unless things became desperate.

Several hours later, it was four o'clock in the morning and they still hadn't found Donna. It was the longest she'd ever gone missing. He hurried back up the hill to his cottage as Shaun headed back out with the car to look for her. Donna's poor husband was a sight! He truly loved his wife and was worried for her. When she was fully conscious, sure she could take care of herself, but while in this state she was very vulnerable. Anything could happen to her out there.

Wilf shuffled over to his room and bed and knelt down. He pulled out an old metal box and went through the pains of unlocking it and moving aside some very cherished memories he had stuffed in the box. Underneath all of that was a raggedy bit of paper with a phone number on it. A phone number he was never meant to have. He didn't know what else he could do.

He had to call the Doctor.