This section is pretty short. It's just beginning the adventure for the couple.

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Paradox Pt. 2

Gently pushing open the TARDIS door, Donna forcefully willed her eyes to shut tightly, unprepared for what she saw outside. After her eyelids parted she was gazing at the same scene before she shut her eyes, and she didn't like it.

"...Doctor?" She stepped back into the TARDIS, and spoke over the Doctor who was still circling the inner workings of the TARDIS in hope of an answer to a question Donna dare not ask. "Doctor, you haven't been time travelling while playing around over there, have-you-by-any-chance?" She began to worry and her words begun to merge into one another. She knew when the TARDIS moved, and it certainly hadn't moved when she stood inside it, but when she had looked outside, it was daylight.

"Donna, not now! We'll explore the city later. I think we're in trouble." The Doctor was sweating now. Does he ever sweat? I don't think I've ever seen him sweat before. But wait, "IT'S FREAKING DAYLIGHT OUTSIDE!" It was unbelievable that Donna Noble, the loud London girl that never thinks before she speaks could think even less than usual before she spoke when in fearful situations. In fact, it was a wonder she even bothered thinking at all when her mouth did it all for her.

The Doctor almost tripped across the TARDIS floor as he scrabbled to the door, and looked outside at the gray street that only a minute before was an empty old street, drenched in darkness.

The daylight was faint, as always in England, and the clouds in the sky seemed to expand outwards to block any sign of the suns existence to the Earth. The streets were left cold and bare, with nothing but missing persons posters pasted across walls, littered among the street and gliding in the wind. Oh so many posters; children missing, parents missing, friendless old pensioners missing, and even pets missing. Other than this, Carlton appeared to be a ghost town.

The Doctor's mouth was open, his brain attempting to explain the change in time of day without his doing so. What the hell was going on? Should I even stay to find out? I can't possibly leave. This is dangerous. This is dangerous to everything. This is impossible. This can't be happening. He began to pinch himself. Then it hit him. This was as real, and he and Donna were not safe here.

Donna stepped out of the TARDIS, a step further than the police box's driver. She flicked her head to the left and to the right, her hair colliding with the strong winds that passed through the street, much like the winds before that seemed to take the old man just minutes ago - or at least a few minutes ago to her.

"You're having me on aren't you?" Donna looked at the Doctor and pushed on his shoulder, hoping that his face would turn from a curious frown to a cruel laugh on her expense. Alas, his face still wore the burden of knowing somewhat more than her about what was going on.

The winds were growing fiercer now, and the pavement came alive with paper throwing itself across the street, and into anywhere the wind took them. Like before, the Doctor saw the change in colour as the winds begun to pass them – a harsh blue and purple colour and with this, panic engaged his nervous system, and his stomach tightened along with his face.

"Donna, get back into the TARDIS." The Doctor begun to panic. His thoughts were rushed and complicated. Time vortexes would swallow us all. Everything's going to die. No it's not. But it is. This might be the end. But it took the old man. It has to be controlled. It'd have to aim at us. It's not aiming at us. Why would it aim at us. It doesn't know us. DONNAAAAAA! He panicked. "Get into the TARDIS NOW." The Doctor's shout echoed within the wind. Dust and gravel begun to mix with the wind; spraying into the Doctor's face. "Get into the TARDIS NOW." But Donna couldn't move. She couldn't move her body at all.

"DONNAAAAAA!" The Doctor blinked, and she was gone.

Donna looked around. She was still on the same street, with the TARDIS in front of her, and the Doctor had gone.

"Doctor?" Donna whispered, feeling anxious to see her fellow traveller. She looked at the TARDIS, and pushed upon the door. It was locked. "Why've you locked the door?" She shoved at the handle, and then gave up, putting her hand down her top to feel for the key the Doctor had once given to her. It hung on a piece of string around her neck, and was covered by her top.

"Doctor? What's going on?" She shouted across the console room.

Lonely. Far away from home. Endangered. Anything was possible. Clueless. Where had he gone?

It didn't take long of searching the TARDIS, which was much bigger on the inside than that of the outside for Donna to know that the Doctor was nowhere in sight – partly because he'd never leave her; partly because she just knew; but for sure when the TARDIS begun to speak to her. Screens around the console room started to flash and displayed a picture of the Doctor.

"Donna!" the screen exclaimed, in a forcefully jolly manner.