He solemnly walked around the TARDIS, and next to me a woman in a wedding dress appeared. She was too tired to care, so she just leaned against the woman. The woman noticed her and wrapped her arm around the exhausted and starved girl. She barely ate anything while trying to calm the Doctor down. The Doctor looked up, looking adorably confused.

"What?" He asked softly.

"Who are you?" The woman asked, supporting her as everything blurred and shook.

"But," He spluttered, face slowly changing away from the confused puppy look.

"Where am I?" She demanded.

"What?" The Doctor asked once more, voice rising and face turning incredulous.

"What the hell is this place?" The woman demanded, voice rising in anger.

"What? You can't do that," He started weakly, "I wasn't- we're in flight! That is, that is physically impossible! How did-" He was interrupted by the strong-spirited woman. She looked up to her already and they haven't even spoken to each other yet.

"Tell me where I am! I demand you tell me right now where am I?" The woman almost yelled, arm gripping her tightly.

"Inside the TARDIS."

"The what?"

"The TARDIS." He called slightly louder, running around the console.

"The what?" The woman called, also slightly louder.

"The TARDIS!"

"The what?"

"It's called the TARDIS." The Doctor snapped.

"That's not even a proper word! You're just saying things," The woman snapped back, giving up on the word.

"How did you get in here?" The Doctor demanded, stopping for a moment.

"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped us! Whatever you did really affected this poor girl. Who was it? Who's paying you? Is it Nerys? Oh my God, she's finally got me back, and this girl back for something. This has got Nerys written all over it." The woman said, hugging the girl closer to her. She was barely 19 and this man kidnapped her.

"Us? Oh, no no no, she's with me- I didn't-" The Doctor stuttered for a moment before giving up, "Who the hell is Nerys?"

"Your best friend." The woman sniped.

"Hold on, wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?" The Doctor asked, stopping to stare.

"I'm going ten pin bowling. Why do you think, dumbo? I was halfway up the aisle! I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away, and then you, I don't know, you drugged us or something!" She really admired the woman's will, watching her speak to the Doctor like they were equals. If only she could do that.

"I haven't done anything!"

"Oh, obviously you have! Look at the state of this poor girl! She looks like she hasn't slept in years, and that someone used her as a ragdoll! I'm having the police on you! Me and my husband, as soon as he is my husband, we're going to sue the living backside off you!" The woman released the girl and ran down the ramp to the doors. She collapsed, unable to hold herself up anymore. The Doctor barely glanced at her.

"No, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Don't!" He attempted to stop the woman before she opens the doors. He failed and the woman looked at a pretty gaseous nebula. The Doctor walked up slowly.

"You're in space. Outer space. This is my spaceship. It's called the Tardis."

"How am I breathing?"

"The Tardis is protecting us."

"Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. You?"

"Donna. Who is- oh my god are you okay?" Donna ran up to the collapsed girl. The Doctor closed the doors and walked up to them, ignoring her.

"Human?"

"Yeah. Is that optional? Stay with us, are you okay? What's your name?" Donna asked the girl, only to be interrupted by the Doctor again once she answered weakly. She couldn't remember for a solid moment before replying Hope. She hoped that that was her name, she couldn't remember.

"Well, it is for me." The Doctor watched as Donna gently set the girl down and stood up. The girl chuckled weakly, forcing herself up to her feet, swaying a bit.

"You're an alien." Donna stated.

"Yeah." He replied lamely. He saw stars after he was slapped.

"What was that for?" He asked, holding his cheek. She frowned at Donna.

"Don't hit him, D-Donna. He's a good alien," She said hoarsely, feeling like she could drop dead any second.

"That was for ignoring your friend over there when she obviously is in need of help!" Donna yelled, angry. "Look at her! Hope looks like she hasn't eaten in a while and hasn't slept in even longer! What did you do to that poor, poor girl? And look at her, frowning at me for slapping you." Donna looked ready to slap him again.

"Who's Hope?" The Doctor asked, already annoyed at Donna bringing up random names. He took a moment to glance at Stacey and flinched a bit. She stayed with him and took care of him, but it looks like she barely took care of herself in the time he was basically catatonic.

"She's Hope!" Donna yelled, gesturing towards the teen, who had fallen asleep on the pilot's chair.

"What? No she's not, she's Stacey! I remember she told me... She told me..." He trailed off as he realized that he didn't even know his companion's name. He decided to think on it later, walking towards the console.

"I don't understand that and I understand everything. This this can't happen! There is no way a human being can lock itself onto the Tardis and transport itself inside. It must be..." He grabbed an ophthalmoscope and used it to look into Donna's eyes.

"Impossible. Some sort of subatomic connection? Something in the temporal field? Maybe something pulling you into alignment with the Chronon shell. Maybe something macro mining your DNA within the interior matrix. Maybe a genetic-" The Doctor stopped when Donna slapped the Doctor.

"What was that for?" He asked, sounding hurt.

"Get me to the church!" Donna yelled.

"Right! Fine! I didn't want you here anyway! Where is this wedding?" The Doctor snapped back, still sounding a bit hurt.

"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, Earth, the Solar System." Donna replied, looking at a blouse hanging over the railing.

"I knew it, acting all innocent. I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted? Or are they all like her, given Stockholm Syndrome?"

"That's my friend's," The Doctor said sadly. Donna knew he wasn't referring to Hope, so she continued sassing him.

"Where is she, then? Popped out for a space walk?"

"She's gone."

"Gone where?"

"I lost her."

"Well you can hurry up and lose me!" Donna snarked, before seeing how sad he was, "How do you mean, lost?"

The Doctor ran up and grabbed the blouse, throwing it through a doorway, "Right, Chiswick."

Hope remained behind, sleeping. Donna and the Doctor walked out of the TARDIS.

"I said, Saint Mary's. What sort of Martian are you? Where's this?" Donna snapped, disgruntled.

"Something's wrong with her. Th-" He's interrupted by Donna.

"Maybe "she" doesn't like how you treated that poor girl in there!" Donna snapped, angry at him and the girl for staying with him. Donna gaped at the exterior of the TARDIS. She went around it, doing the traditional circuit. The Doctor paused for a moment, truly looking at the girl named Hope. He had grown to absolutely adore her, but seemed to forget her more often than not. He frowned, deciding to go back through his memories and see how he treated her later.

"Donna!" He yelled when he saw her walking away. He ran after her, saying her name once more. "Donna."

"Leave me alone. I just want to get married." Donna continued walking.

"Come back to the TARDIS," The Doctor suggested.

"No way, that box is too weird." Donna snapped, and then Hope truly blacked out, neither the TARDIS nor her knowing what the Doctor and Donna were doing.