Donna tapped her foot impatiently, her arms crossed in front of her chest. It was difficult to do that with her hands tied, but there was enough slack in the rope that she could just do it. She stood in the small cell waiting for her captors to return. "Oi!" she shouted, not knowing whether anyone heard her. "I am waiting here! If you're going to come and question me or whatever the hell it is you're planning, I would suggest you do it before I die of boredom." Oh, this was just what she needed. As if having to leave the Doctor alone and in danger wasn't enough, now she was stuck inside of a tiny, outhouse-like building that was serving as a prison. Also, it smelled.

The door (which she had not been able to kick down, unfortunately, though she had tried), swung open. A young man, one she hadn't seen before, had opened it. He looked nervous. And rightly so, Donna thought with satisfaction.

"You are to come with me, miss," he said. Donna glared.

"Why should I?"

"Because…please, you must come with me." The man (hardly more than a boy) sounded scared now. Scared of Donna? Well, that's fairly new.

Donna decided that she would do as he asked. He really did look scared. "All right then. Where am I going?"

The young man was visibly relieved. "The village hall, miss. Lord Korask wishes to speak to you."

"Oh?" Donna remarked, following him out of her little prison and walking out into the bright sunlight, across the narrow, grassy strip between them and a larger mud and grass-thatched building. "Who's he then? Also, you're a rubbish guard. I could escape any second I wanted to." The man spun around to face her nervously and pulled a long, stone dagger out of his belt. Donna didn't flinch. "Calm down, sweetheart," she chastised sarcastically. "I ain't going to escape. I don't really want to. I'm really curious as to what this Lord Kor-thing wants with me."

He slowly put the blade back into his belt. "You'll find out soon enough. Come."

"Yeah, I'm coming." Donna walked in front of the guard now. He showed her to an opening in the side of the small building, a hole in the mud bricks, curtained by a sheet of woven grasses. She pushed through them with some difficulty due to her bound hands.

The inside of the structure was dark, lit only by a single window and a fireplace at one end of the room. A table was placed in the center of the room, and there were a couple of chairs surrounding it. Only one was occupied. A man, who looked about forty or forty-five, sat in it, his posture straight and composed, his expression haughty and angry. High and mighty, eh, Donna thought to herself, if only he had more than three strands of hair. Out loud, she said "Lord Korsak, I assume. Oh—," she broke off, her face of mock-respect and her voice dripping with facetiousness. "Sorry, am I supposed to call you sir, sir?"

When the man, Lord Korsak, opened his mouth, his voice was not tight and entitled. He sounded tired. "That would presume that you had some form of respect for me. Judging by the way you have treated the people of my village, that would be presuming too much. Sit down, please."

Donna sat immediately. She judged this situation as not calling for any more sass, so when next she spoke, it was in all seriousness and politeness. "I'm sorry, Lord Korsak, I don't know what you mean. I haven't done anything."

He smiled sadly. "Please, do not pretend. We are a peaceful people, and as long as you tell us what you have done with our missing citizens and return them to us, we will release you unharmed."

Donna's eyes widened with surprise. "What?!" she exclaimed. "Bu—listen, I didn't take anyone. I only arrived here today, so how could I? I came to help."

Lord Korsak remained unconvinced. "Help? I don't believe that you have helped anyone here. Where are they?"

"Look, please," Donna pleaded. "I swear, I haven't harmed any of your people-."

"Then you can tell us where they are? They are still alive?"

Donna tried to fling her hands into the air in frustration, but the rope binding them stopped her from creating the desired effect. "I didn't take them!" she shouted. "But—."

Lord Korsak was yelling, too. "Then what of your friend, the man who Deyno saw with you? The one who calls himself the Doctor?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" Donna screamed. She stood up suddenly, shaking. She tried to calm herself down, but she didn't know what to do, and she didn't know where the Doctor was, and she was scared. "Listen," she tried to say quietly, "I didn't take those people. I don't know where the Doctor is…"

Suddenly, from outside the small building, there was a commotion, a shouting and some loud thumps. Donna immediately recognized one of the voices, and she couldn't help but let a huge grin spread over her face. "Actually, now I do."

Korsak jumped out of his seat, running out of the room without glancing back at Donna. She followed him, though.

Wow, so so sorry about the wait if anyone is following this story. I've been writing so many other things, this got stuck at the bottom of my list. I will try to keep up with it, there isn't too too far to go. Maybe three or four more chapters, I'll try to wrap up pretty fast. Thanks for reading as always!