This didn't make sense.

This didn't make any sense.

Donna had just been walking down the aisle. With her dad - they were linked arms, and - and she was walking down the aisle -

- and now she was staring at a skinny guy in a suit, who was staring back at her with the same amount of utter surprise.

"What?" he was saying.

"Who are you?" Donna demanded in surprise.

"What?" he just repeated.

"Where am I?" she questioned with growing panic.

"But -" the man stuttered.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PLACE?"

/\/\/\/\

The Doctor was utterly confused.

"You can't do that!" He almost whined, as if she had just cheated at a game. "I wasn't - we're in flight! That is - that is physically impossible! How did you-?"

"Tell me where I am," the woman in the dress commanded. "I demand you tell me right now - where am I?"

Unable to do much more than stare at her, the Doctor spluttered, "Inside the TARDIS."

"The what?"

"The TARDIS."

"The what?"

"The TARDIS!" snapped the Doctor, turning to the controls. Well, there went his date.

"The what?!"

"It's called the TARDIS!" the Doctor said in exasperation.

"That's not even a proper word! You're just sayin' things!" the woman spat.

"How did you get in here?" the Doctor was asking, in vain hope that maybe she'd understand.

"Well, obviously, when you kidnapped me!" hissed the woman, dashing the Doctor's hopes. "Who was it? Who's paying you?" A look of understanding and rage somehow crossed her face. "Is it Nerys? Oh, my, god, she's finally got me back! This has got Nerys written all over it!"

"Who the hell is Nerys?" cried the Doctor. He was incredibly confused.

"Your best friend!"

"Hold on," the Doctor said, completely befuddled, "What're you wearing that for?" He gestured at her flowing dress.

The woman lifted her arms, her tone riddled with sarcasm. "I'm going ten pin bowling." Her voice raised. "Whaddaya think, dumbo? I was halfway up the aisle!"

She continued ranting while the Doctor turned back to the TARDIS controls. "I've been waiting all my life for this. I was just seconds away! And then you- I dunno, you drugged me or something!"

The Doctor shook his head. "I haven't done anything!" How long would it take Rose to get back out here? He could use some sense to all this craziness...

The woman was going on, "We're having the police on you! Me and my husband - as soon as he is my husband - we're gonna sue the living backside off ya!"

Ignoring her, the Doctor continued operate the controls, flipping switches and levers and pushing buttons. He looked up only to see her running for the door. Running after her, he yelled out "No - wait a minute, wait a minute! Don't!"

But too late - she was staring at the supernova outside with an expression of awe and fear written across her face. Her mouth fell open as the Doctor, resigned, moved next to her.

"You're in space," he explained in exhaustion. "...outer. Space. This is my... space-ship," he finished lamely, for lack of a better word. "It's... called the TARDIS."

"How am I breathing?" the woman asked faintly, unable to tear her eyes away from the supernova spinning in front of her.

"The TARDIS is protecting us," the Doctor answered.

She paused for a moment before asking, "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor," the Doctor said in a familiar, sing-song way. "You?"

"Donna," she replied.

He looked her up and down. She appeared normal. "Human?"

"Yeah," she replied with a slight eyeroll. "Is that optional?"

"Well. It is for me," the Doctor replied seriously.

She looked at him, suddenly realizing he was serious. "You're an alien." It was more of a statement then a question.

"Yeahh."

With a bit of attitude, Donna said, "Well, it's freezing with these doors open."

Irritated, the Doctor slammed the doors shut, running back towards the controls. "But I don't understand this, 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 a tool and Donna, inspecting her eyes as if looking for something and spouting a stream of technobabble. "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—"

Without any pretense, Donna smacked him in the face.

Taken aback, he cried, "What was that for?!"

"GET ME TO THE CHURCH!" shouted Donna.

He threw his tools down, throwing his arms up in the air in exasperation. "Right! Fine! I don't want you here anyway! Where is this wedding?"

"Saint Mary's, Hayden Road, Chiswick, London, England, Earth, the Solar System!" Donna shouted. As the Doctor busied himself with the controls, she spotted something hanging on the railing. "I knew it! Acting all innocent." She grabbed the item, a blouse, shaking it in front of the Doctor. "I'm not the first, am I? How many women have you abducted?"

The Doctor looked up, seeing the blouse. His face lit up. "Oh no! That - that's my friend's."

"Where is she, then?" Donna asked sarcastically. "Out for a spacewalk?"

"No, she's right down the hall -"

"Oi, who's this?" came a surprised voice from the corridor. The Doctor practically fainted with relief as Rose appeared, looking much better and staring at Donna in confusion. "How did she get here -?"

"I don't know. I don't know. Um, Rose, this is Donna. Donna, Rose."

"No, how is she here? Did we stop and pick her up-?"

"No, she just - just -" the Doctor waved his hand vaguely, at a loss for words before spluttering, "-appeared."

"What, are you an alien, too?" Donna was saying accusingly.

"No, no, I'm a - human," Rose said slowly, still confused.

"Oh, did he abduct you, too? Does he ever let us out of here?" Donna shouted.

"What are you talking about? He hasn't abducted anybody!" Rose said indignantly.

"How should I believe you? You're his partner in crime!" Donna was yelling.

Exasperated beyond all means, the Doctor threw up his arms. "Right! Chiswick!"

/\/\/\/\

Back at the church, Donna's family was going insane; the chaos throbbing through the church was driving everybody crazy. Sylvia, Donna's mother, was pushing her way through the crowd, talking animatedly into a cell phone.

"No, she didn't run away. We're not talking jitters. She literally vanished. Now, go and check the house and see if she's there." Hanging up, she addressed somebody in the crowd before Lance, Donna's fiance, rushed up. "Lance - any sign?"

"I've looked all around and I can't find her. Where the hell did she go?" Lance was saying, running off in another direction.

Sylvia turned to her husband. "Showing off, that's what she is! First day at school, she was sent home for biting."

"Well, it's a bit more serious than that. She's never disappeared before!" Geoff insisted.

"She didn't disappear, it's a trick! It's one of her silly little 'look at me' party pieces." She paused, and worry crossed her face. "What if she's dead?"

"Oh, don't say that!"

/\/\/\/\

Donna practically fell out of the TARDIS into a place that, as she looked around, looked completely unfamiliar.

"I said 'St. Mary's'. What kind of Martian are you?" Donna accused. "Where's this?"

The Doctor wasn't listening, as he turned, pressed against the TARDIS. "Something's wrong with her..."

Rose spilled out behind the Doctor, still looking flabbergasted. She immediately snorted at the ridiculous pose the Doctor was taking. "What are you doing?"

"It's like she's... recalibrating!" the Doctor said, running back inside. Rose let out a huge breath, leaning backwards against the TARDIS and running fingers through her hair in exasperation. Just what she needed; more excitement.

"What have you eaten? What's wrong?" said the Doctor to the TARDIS. Great; he's talking to the machine again, Rose thought with a small grin."Donna? You've really gotta think. Is there anything that might've caused this?"

Donna wasn't listening. She had just realized what she had come out of. Startled, she put her hand on the blue box that was so much bigger on the inside, pacing around it and trying to find the trick. Rose smiled at her reaction. How did this seem familiar?

The Doctor was continuing. "Anything you might've done? Any sort of alien contacts? I can't let you go wandering off in case you're dangerous. I mean, have you... have you seen lights in the sky?" He was grasping at straws now. "Or... did you touch something? Something- something different? Something strange? Something made out of a sort of metal or - who're you getting married to?"

Donna stuck her head inside the TARDIS, as if trying to see if she had imagined how huge the interior was. Realizing she was not mistaken, she stumbled backwards, her hand flying to her mouth. Rose grimaced in sympathy.

"Are you sure he's human?" the Doctor said, unaware of her reaction. He looked up. "He's not a bit overweight with a zip around his forehead, is he?"

But Donna was gone, running away from the strange blue box. Rose started after her. "No, wait!"

"Donna!" called the Doctor, running after the two.

The duo fell into step next to Donna, the Doctor on her left, Rose on her right.

"Donna," the Doctor tried to reason.

"Leave me alone. I just want to get married," Donna said, seeming close to tears.

"Come back to the TARDIS," Rose pleaded.

"No way," Donna said firmly. "That box is too... weird."

The Doctor tried to explain. "It's... bigger on the inside, that's all."

"Oh, that's all?" Donna replied sarcastically. She checked her watch and groaned. "Ten past three... I'm gonna miss it."

"You can phone them. Tell them where you are," the Doctor said.

"How do I do that?"

"Haven't you got a mobile?"

Donna stopped and stared at him, and Rose hit her forehead with her palm, snickering. The Doctor was confused at their reaction.

"I'm in my wedding dress. It doesn't have pockets. Who has pockets?" Donna said in an incredibly sarcastic tone. The Doctor leaned back and exhaled as he realized how stupid he must have sounded, but Donna wasn't done yet. "Have you ever seen a bride with pockets? When I went to my fitting, do you think I said 'Alison, the one thing I forgot to say is give me POCKETS'?!"

The Doctor opened and closed his mouth, at a loss for words. Rose raised her eyebrows at him from behind.

Eventually he sputtered, "...this... man you're marrying - what's his name?"

Switching moods in an instant, Donna replied with a dreamy smile, "Lance."

"Gotta like Lance," the Doctor joked, but Donna would have none of it.

"OI," she said, switching manners again, "No stupid Martians are gonna stop me from getting married. To hell with you two!" She ran off.

Rose and the Doctor paused for a moment, sett off-guard. "I'm not - we're not - not - from Mars," the Doctor finished feebly. Rose shook her head in exasperation, grinning at the Doctor at the craziness of this all. He grinned back, already exhausted. They took hands and ran after her.