Inspired by the prompt "Misdialed Numbers"
Chapter Three (For Real This Time)
Donna had been pushed over the edge one too many times by Nerys. She needed to vent a little bit...or a lot. She picked up the phone to call one of her mates, but as she dialed, a phone call came in. It had Caller ID, but not one she recognized.
"Noble residence, and who am I speaking to?"
"DONNA! What? That's impossible! I don't even have your phone number! ...WHAT!?"
"Oi! Who is this!? How do you know my name!? Did NERYS put you up to this? OH MY GOD she finally got me back!"
"I- WHO IS NERYS?"
"Your best friend, apparently!"
"WHAT?! OH, Deja Vu. Weren't you telling me something about that in the TARDIS?"
"Wha?"
"TARDIS."
"the wha?!"
"TARDIS!"
"THAT'S NOT EVEN A PROPER WORD! YOU'RE JUST SAYING THINGS!"
"Not this again...Donna, Honestly, I've had enough of your games today! I waited half an hour while you wandered around the corridors trying to find the wardrobe! Just get in the TARDIS so we can go to the library!"
"I don't know what you've been drinkin' mate, but you better snap out of it RIGHT NOW, 'cause I ain't going to a library with some weirdo who has my phone number!"
"...You really don't recognize me, do you? Pompeii, your wedding, Adipose, 'Oi Spaceman'? Nothing? What year is it for you, Donna?"
"ALRIGHT, It's official, YOU'RE A NUTTER! COMPLETELY BONKERS! Don't call here again, whoever you are, and you can tell NERYS that she's certainly got it comin'!"
[Dial Tone]
"WHAT!? She hung up on me!"
"Oi, Spaceman! Who were you talkin' to?"
"Erm, you, I think..."
