"Right, well there's nothing here," Donna determined after quickly glancing around the room the Doctor had very decidedly informed her was the source of the noise and then looking at the sonic screwdriver which currently had no blue lines on it, something she assumed meant there were no life forms, "Shall we go back then? Go check to see if some of the old rides are still functioning?" she quickly questioned, doing a very poor job at hiding her nervousness.
"Really, Donna, nothing here? What's that then?" the Doctor motioned to the small body huddled in a shadow in the corner. Donna felt his body tense and he once again stepped in front of Donna. Donna studied the person huddled in the corner and was very relieved to see that it was only a child.
"Why! Doctor, that's just a little kid. Wait, what's a little kid doing here? And why doesn't your screwdriver have any bright blips showing his life form? You're pointin' it right at him."
"Donna, you're right that the bright blue lines show when a body is alive. But Donna that body isn't alive," the Doctor whispered.
"Right, well Doctor there's a little boy in that corner that might need our help, whether or not your little doohickey wants to admit it," Donna said, attempting to shove past the Doctor towards the child.
"Donna…" the Doctor warned, shooting his arm out to stop her from passing, "Donna, look at him."
Donna obeyed and almost screamed when she looked up and saw that the little boy was now standing much closer to them and staring. His skin was a terrifying shade of blues and purples and she could tell that his chest did not rise and fall with breath. His head was cocked to one side and he stared at them with completely vacant eyes. He was caked in mud and he was undeniably dead.
