I awoke on the metal floor of the TARDIS, the grating digging into my skin. I painfully peeled my skin off of it, afraid the skin might stay there if I didn't, and looked up at the Doctor dizzily. He tossed a glowing blue thing around in his hand, and I struggled to make out what it was. I think the Master told me something about it, but my mind is jumbled, the clang resounding in my head with an ear-piercing pain. I sat up. A small breath escaped me, and the Doctor took notice.

"Oh. You're up." He said, stuffing the blue object inside his suit pocket. My head hurt in that strange way that feels like your hair is weighing your head down, the feeling that your hair is soaking wet with pounds of water and your neck cranes down from the unexpectedly heavy weight of it. It was only getting worse. I cranked my neck left and right and then spun my head in a circular motion. I reached for the back of it, forgetting I was leaning on my elbows, and crumbled back down onto the ground. My mind was not in it's best shape. However…. that has done me well before. Ha.

"Well?" He asked. Is he smiling? I questioned. No. That's not a smile. Is it? Could I think at all? FREAKING Donna.

"Well what?" I responded, trying my best to keep my voice intimidating and powerful. Of course that didn't happen. I croaked the words like some poor little… nevermind.

I tried again. "Well what?" Haha. It worked. I believe my eyes even did that are-you-kidding-me-thing! YES.

The Doctor glanced up before answering. Then his eyes slowly came back down to face me. The corner of his mouth pinched upwards.

"Why do you need to know where the Master is, and how do you know about him?" His tone was steady and calm but louder than before; more demanding. I knew I couldn't tell him what the Master and I had together because he would realize how powerful we were together. I thought as quickly as I could with my temporary thinking impairment… so what came out wasn't exactly what I had hoped for or planned for when this day would arrive, but I guess it was alright. You'll see what I mean when this all plays out.

"Bunnies love bunnies." I grinned as I said this, knowing it sounded incredibly outlandish to the Doctor, but also knowing exactly what it meant. The Master was a bunny, and so am I. According to many pictures I have seen of myself on google, people like to compare me to a bunny. Though I am not particularly fond of the comparison, it is quite intriguing and makes for some good riddles. And I love riddles.

The Doctor let out a single laugh, his upper body arching downwards. He glanced at me with an entertained smile on his face. He let his teeth show through his lips, a chain reaction slowly leading up to the crinkling of the corners of his eyes.

"Can you believe this?" he said, his hands outstretched, palms up. He shook his head and let out one more chuckle. I used this time to pull myself upwards, latching onto the rod that outlined the fencing around the main deck. My fingertips and knuckles turned pale as I mustered up all of the force I could to rock myself upwards into a shaky but standing position. I was grinning even more than the Doctor. Finally, I had decided on a plan. Somehow it came to me after that bunny quote, it just did. Oh, and you just wait, Doctor, my riddles will always win, no matter what timey-wimey tricks you try to pull on me, I. Will. Win.

I will find the Master.

By now I was laughing hysterically, and only after realizing the Doctor had stopped laughing a little while back did I do the same. Now we stood face to face (cue dramatic music), his eyebrows prepared for war, and my grin ready to fight. My grin is like that first shot fired from somewhere no one knows, that shot that catches people's attention to look around and check if they're safe. It's what causes that fear of unsafety and it's what arises suspicion. But the Doctor seemed unfazzled by my grin, his eyebrows fending off my weapon of mass destruction. Oooh. I like calling it that. Moriarty's grin = weapon of mass destruction. Yes. That's perfect. And so, thinking this thought, my grin became wider, my cheeks pinching and creases forming on my forehead from my eyebrows traveling upwards. The battle between eyebrows and grin had officially begun.

The staredown/battle lasted for about fifteen seconds (now you can stop the dramatic music). Suddenly we both became serious, and it was time for me to initiate the hardest part of my plan - talking.

The Doctor began before I could.

"Bunnies, then? A very interesting choice of words, I would say. Another riddle of yours I assume. Moriarty. What in the world are you trying to accomplish? It's my TARDIS, and you can't operate it yourself, so what is this plan that seems to make you so thrilled? What is this brilliant plan of yours?" He paced around me as he said this, his hands either on his hips or twiddling with his sonic screwdriver he recently took out of his pocket. My mind was going back to normal, -as normal as it ever will be anyway- for now I could remember the name of the device with the blue light. Sonic screwdriver. It is a fun pair of words to play out with your tongue.

I moved next. Suddenly our battle seems to have become something more like a game of chess. Thought out, strategic moves going back and forth between two sides. I suppose I have already used all of my pons and perhaps a rook and a night with the bunny quote and the staredown, and maybe I've already moved all of my pieces but my king and queen. But it's best to get this game wrapped up quick and easy, so I put out the queen next.

"The world is ending by the shore

you've done your share, can do no more

but too bad there's no going back

for bunny's out to find a snack

for when you left a lone red rose

with someone safe, you did suppose

there came the bunny, scooped her up

and now unless you do shut up

there'll be a bloody, bloody rose." I had memorized what the Master had said a long time ago, just before he left. He told me where he planned to go and what he planned to do. I didn't understand and he didn't explain, but I assumed it was something against the Doctor. I took the story he told me and wrote it down in riddle form so that I could have a chance of finding him if this really was something against the Doctor. I improved the last two lines right on the spot. Apparently it worked, for the Doctor's face drained in color to an unhealthy pale shade and his eyes dashed around the room.

Ha. I grinned. Ha.