A brilliant group at the BBC owns all rights to Dr. Who.

I own a paper replica of the TARDIS.


Back at the TARDIS, Donna made tea while she called her mum.

"I'm fine... He'll be fine by tomorrow... No he's not dangerous... I've got to go. See you back at the house. Bye"

I was in the room listening to the one sided conversation. "Your mum doesn't like me, does she?"

"She's just worried about my safety. After all you did act kind of wild back there."

"Sorry about that, Whatever this is seems to be getting worse."

We had tea and chatted about everything. I told her what it was like to growing up on Gallifrey, and she told me what it was like to growing up here on earth.

"It's getting late, I need to head over to the house."

"Couldn't you stay here tonight? I know you'd be more comfortable."

"Ya, but granddad would wonder where I was. Plus all my clothes for tomorrow are in the house."

Donna started to walk over to give me a hug but stopped short. "Do you think close contact may be affecting your reaction to this... whatever it is?"

"Not sure."

"Let's play it safe and not hug. Goodnight, Doctor"

It hurt to watch her walk out the door, "Goodnight Donna."

No sooner had she left then a feeling of depression came over me. Now I've felt depression before. Who wouldn't with all I've been though, this was different. I started to wander the halls of the TARDIS.

The TARDIS let me know she would make my room as restful as possible so I could function tomorrow. I went into my quarters and prepared for bed. Sleep eluded me though. My mind raced with thoughts of Donna never making it home that evening. After all she never called to say she made it. I decided to check for myself even though it was 3:00am.

The TARDIS tried to "talk" me out of going, 'Doctor she's fine. I would let you know if anything had happened to her.' I ignored the her and headed over to Donna's. I had to see for myself, that she was ok. The door was locked, an easy fix with my sonic screwdriver. I crept through the house till I came to Donna's room. I slowly opened her door and slipped in to her room.

I stood there, listening intently for her breathing pattern of sleep. My hearts beating so loudly, I thought I'd wake her with the noise. I brought her desk chair closer to her bed, so I could watch her sleep.