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"I'll have the fish custard."

"Make that two."

Amy and Rory stared across the table at the Doctor and Donna in disbelief. The waitress nodded, scrawling that into her notes before leaving. Amy leaned forward.

"Seriously? You too?"

"Anyway," the Doctor interjected quickly. "So, Donna Noble, I'd like to hear the story. How'd all this happen?"

"The face? D'you like it?" she asked; Amy and Rory could see the Doctor's face grow a darker shade of pink. "Hit by a car. Menial little thing, but it made me start to regenerate. Regenerated into a proper Time Lady, I'll have you know, two hearts and all."

"You're like him?" Amy asked before shooting the Doctor a conspiratorial look that made him shiver.

"I was human," she answered. "Touched his disembodied hand, grew a new him and made me part Time Lord."

"You mean, part Doctor," Amy smiled.

"Disembodied—hand?" Rory asked, swallowing uncomfortably.

"Got it cut off in a swordfight," Donna explained. "Grew a new one—of course, now he's grown a new everything."

"Right before I met you, Amy," the Doctor put in. "That's why I was all gawky and awkward; new body, so I didn't know quite how to cope, did I?"

Donna snorted. "You were all gawky and awkward because that's you."

The Doctor frowned as Amy giggled, and Rory smirked. "Hey! Look who's rude and not ginger now."

"You were ginger?" Amy asked, eyes lighting up with interest.

"Worst thing about the change," Donna sighed. "No more red hair. This bloke's been praying for ginger hair for years."

"Gingers for the win!" Amy held her hand up, and Donna gave her a high five.

"So, then what?" the Doctor asked. "You didn't just show up on that planet magically."

"Captain Jack," Donna answered. "Only other person in the world that refused to shrivel up and die. Found him, and he lent me his vortex manipulator."

She held up her arm, and they saw the device there.

"And…you just made up base codes?"

"I've been jumping through time and space," Donna smiled. "Can you blame me?"

The Doctor watched her talk, eyes vacant, before shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he said, a light smile on his lips. "I just can't believe it…you don't even look like you, you look…"

Donna smirked. "I'm still me," she said. "Well, when I say me, I mean part me, part you, but…been that way so long, it's me."

"That explains the fish custard," Amy pointed out. "She generated—regenerated, whatever—like you, so she's like you now, not like…the old you."

There was silence for a few moments, broken by Rory.

"Am I the only one who isn't following?"

Donna bit her lip. "Excuse me for a moment." She got to her feet, turning about to enter the women's restroom.

Amy set her hands on the table and leaned over to the Doctor. "Hey. Doctor-boy."

He furrowed his brow at her. "Um…hey, Pond-girl?"

She rolled her eyes. "I thought you had something with River, but—"

"Just what are you implying?" The Doctor leaned backwards uncomfortably.

Amy smirked. "Oh, come on. Even Rory can see it. Rory, can't you see it?" Rory opened his mouth to speak, but she was faster. "He can see it."

"Thanks…dear," Rory murmured.

"You've got a thing for her," Amy said, looking proud of herself. The Doctor's mouth fell agape.

"That is completely untrue," he said, though in the back of his mind he doubted that. "She's my best friend. That's all. That's all it's ever been, all it'll ever be. As a matter of fact, when I met her, she was getting married."

"And how did that work out?" Amy refused to back down, and the Doctor felt his cheeks flush.

"Well—um—he wasn't really into her, he was just using her for a giant—"

"Details, details," Amy said, waving a hand with disinterest. "It didn't work out. And through thick and thin—I mean, if you were BFFs and everything, you've probably been through some stuff—you must've been there for her a good deal."

"Because she was my friend," the Doctor put in. Amy shook her head adamantly.

"All right, Doctor Smarty-pants. Maybe you were just friends. But both of you have changed, and you never know! People can change, even without the help of regenerations and Time Lord Mumbo-jumbo."

The Doctor frowned. "You're wrong," he insisted.

Amy smirked. "Whatever. But I can promise you this: I will not rest until I get the two of you together."

Suddenly, Donna came bolting across the room to them.

"We need to get everybody out of here," she breathed, urgency in her eyes. As the others stared at her, she slammed her fist on the table. "Now!"

"Why?" the Doctor asked, narrowing his eyes at her. Suddenly there was a crashing sound in the kitchen, accompanied by screams as the staff practically broke down the door to leave first. The other occupants of the restaurant seemed startled.

"Because there is a Dalek in there," Donna said gruffly.

All four turned to watch the door as it began to open, pushed by the metal shell of a Dalek.

"Escape!" it screamed. "Escape! Must escape!"