When Donna woke up, the man was before her once again, though this time he had his back to her. She quickly realised that she was positioned upright in a chair, and worse still, she was tied to it. 'Oh no, you're not one of those nut jobs are you? You're not going to hack bits off me and keep them in jars?' she said, surprised by her own daring. John Smith did not turn around straight away, leaving Donna time to get her bearings. By the looks of things she was in a bedroom, though a very old dirty one that looked heavily neglected. She expected outright panic to set in, but somehow it didn't. It was bizarre, she had the strangest sense of calm, as though some part of her knew instinctively that she might be able to get out of this. It was similar to what she had experienced in the car when John looked at her, it was as though whatever part knew she would be alright was connected to the part that seemed to have some kind of connection to him. But yet this Smith was crazy, there was something off about him that didn't quite fit with the déjà vu feeling he presented to her.

'Why is it,' he began, still with his back to her. 'That this Doctor has to befriend the most insolent of muggles?' he said. Donna, totally confused by this, had a feeling he was talking to himself more than her. 'What d'you call me?' she asked. He finally turned around, looking up from whatever it was that he held in both hands. 'What've you done? Did you knock me out or something? How long've we been here?' Donna asked, planning to ride this fearless wave as long as it lasted. He smirked at her. 'We've only just arrived my dear. I can get quite easily from one place to another with only the power of my mind, of my will.' Donna stared at him. 'You really are a nut job.' His expression became stony. 'You think mocking me is a wise move?'

'A nut job who can't take a joke apparently.'

He was really infuriated now. Donna noticed a large rat crawl through a crack in the wall, it jumped down and scurried across the floor. She looked away from it, far more intimated by it's presence in the room that then man's. She raised her eyes back to him again, sizing him up, thinking she could easily knock him out with her fist if he got near enough, though the ropes restricted the use of her hands. Still, a well timed head butt might do the trick. 'I'm warning you muggle, don't push me.'

'You changed your tune quickly, you go from being all flirty and seductive to calling me "muggle," what's that about? Are you some sort of loony who thinks all that magic stuff's real?'

The smirk returned. John Smith turned slightly, locating the rat on the floor. 'You don't believe in magic Miss Noble?' he said, taking out a wooden stick and pointing it at the rat. Donna frowned. 'Crucio!' said John Smith, causing the rat to roll around on the floor, writhing and twitching in agony. Goosebumps began to crop up on Donna's arms. Fear was working its way in now. She noted the look of pleasure on John Smith's face as he tortured the helpless animal. It was positively demonic, he delighted in the sadistic endeavour. 'Stop it!' Donna demanded when she couldn't take it anymore. John Smith stopped, turning back to her, a satisfied glint in his eyes. 'Unless you want that to happen to you, I suggest you keep the jokes to a minimum.' She was shaken, but still she spoke. 'What are you?' she asked. 'A being far superior to you Miss Noble,' was all he said. He looked down then, lifting up the mobile and typing into it. It was so incongruous, seeing this man who had just tormented an animal with a wooden stick that had to have been a wand, now using a mobile phone. Donna looked down at the floor, trying to make sense of the situation. This wasn't just an ordinary psycho, it was one who could apparently perform magic, so where did that leave her? What was his plan? She wasn't sure she wanted to think about it, feeling nauseated by how helpless she was.

The next ten minutes were particularly uneventful. Donna sat still, trying to think of how to escape while John Smith stood there with the phone in his hands, becoming increasingly frustrated. For the last few minutes, vile swearwords emitted from him every now and then and he frowned at the device in his hands. He seemed to be losing patience with it rather quickly and it culminated with him throwing the phone to the floor shouting, 'useless stupid muggle machine!' The phone bounced, cracking open, the battery falling out, the front and back casing lying next to it on the floor. John Smith stared down at it, enraged. Donna couldn't help herself from saying, 'no offence mate, but how can you torture a poor little mouse with a wooden stick and not even be able to work a mobile?' He turned on her, fuming, raising his wand to her. 'Don't you dare mock me you filth! You worthless scum!'

'Sorry sorry! I didn't mean it! I swear! Just don't hurt me please!' she begged, automatically trying to raise her hands despite the restraints holding them down. He hesitated for a moment. Donna hazarded an attempt at negotiation.

'Hey look, I could help you. I've got a phone, if you just tell me what, you're, you know, stuck with, I might be able to fix it,' she said, trying to phrase it in such a way that he didn't think she was belittling him. His hesitation grew and he soon lowered the wand. 'Reparo,' he said, making the phone pieces join back together again. 'Accio phone,' he then said, and it flew into his open hand. 'Huh, that's handy isn't it? Saves you the bother of bending down,' she said nervously. Donna wasn't sure but she had a feeling she had something similar happen in a Harry Potter movie. 'Did anyone ever tell you talk too much for your own good?' John Smith said, walking closer to her. 'I can't help it can I? As soon as something comes into my head I just have to get it out. I can't just have it sitting there inside, eating away at me.'

'Well maybe it's something you should try,' he replied, not hiding his irritation. Donna ignored this and pressed on.

'Right, what are you trying to do?' she asked, oddly reminded of when she had taught Granddad how to email. John Smith huffed a little, still clearing having issues about asking who he deemed an inferior being for help. 'I want to send a message,' he said through gritted teeth. 'Ok,' Donna said patiently, trying her best not to fall into to being patronising. 'Go into messages.' John Smith attempted to do this. He looked around the screen with a deep frown, trying to find the right button. Donna could see where it was from where she was standing, but only intervened when he began to swear out of frustration again.

The whole process was this slow. About five minutes later he was almost halfway through the message when he accidentally deleted it. He threw a full on tantrum, pointing his wand at random objects and sending them to the floor in his rage. Donna waited until he had calmed somewhat before speaking, not wanting to fall under his line of fire. 'Hey, take it easy. Look I can do it if you want, you've more important things to be doing don't you? You don't need to bother about doing a stupid little thing like this when you've got me to do it for you.' Again he hesitated, seeming to think this over. He shot her with that intense stare again, and something seemed to click. If it felt like he was reaching into her mind, then maybe that's what he was doing… Before fear could take hold she forced herself to think of something that had nothing to do with here or how much she wanted to escape. She thought of Sean, remembering the day he proposed to her. She didn't move an inch, keeping her eyes focused on John Smith while she tried to concentrate on the memory. She recalled what they were wearing down to every last item, she thought about the weather, about the exact words Sean had said- The intensity wore off. John Smith had stopped whatever he was doing. His eyes narrowed the slightest bit as he looked at Donna, but he said nothing about the memory he had probably just witnessed, or what she was using it to cover.

'Do it,' he said, holding out the phone to her. She glanced at it, saying warily, 'I'll need my hands.' John Smith seemed to realise this too. He sighed heavily and grinded his teeth together before grudgingly removing the ropes with his wand. Donna flexed her arms the slightest bit and took the phone from him, trying to appear casual, to ensure that he knew she wasn't going to try and escape. 'Ok, what do you want me to write?' she asked. He didn't take his eyes off of her as he said it. 'She will remember you, Doctor,' he said. It meant absolutely nothing to Donna who typed it into the phone in no time, it was only once she had completed the message that she figured she might be the subject of it. She tried to show know sign of this on her face, thinking she would only be safe in speaking again once John Smith had the phone back in his hands. 'And who am I sending it to?'

'The Doctor.'

'Which doctor is this?' she asked, scrolling through the phonebook. 'It's simply "the Doctor",' he replied. She reached the name in the phonebook. 'Oh, so it is,' she said, sending the message. She held out the phone to John Smith who snatched it from her greedily, pressing buttons, probably trying to see that she had done as she had been told. 'Very well Miss Noble. I can see muggles do have other uses, perhaps they will make a good race of slaves one day.' Muggles, that was from Harry Potter as well, now that she thought of it…

'Who's this Doctor bloke? And who's gonna remember him?' This made John Smith smirk widely. Donna knew she had an advantage now, she was untied, if she could only make him stand just before her, she could probably swing a good punch in his direction. 'Oh Miss Noble, how little knowledge exists in that head of yours. What a funny thing memory is.'

'It's about me isn't it? The message,' she asked.

John Smith looked up, surprised that she had worked this out. 'But the Doctor, that title means nothing to me. I don't know anyone who works in medicine.' John Smith's face altered with curiosity. 'I've never known anyone who only has a title, but not a name.' His eyes began to narrow. Donna looked into them, determined to pull off a convincing performance, her life probably depended on it. 'I think this is a trick,' she said, causing John Smith to frown. 'I don't think there is a Doctor, I think you want me to remember you John Smith, but that's not really who you are is it?' she slowly rose from her chair, again every movement was slow and silky, he couldn't think she was trying to escape.

'Is that why you took me here? Because of what happened in my car? You're trying to get me to remember something, but I don't know quite what it is John, I can't figure out who you are,' she said, trying not to over do it, to raise his suspicions. John stepped closer to her, a mixture of confusion and something else on his face. He was still trying to work out if this was a game or not. 'Who are you John? Why do I feel like you meant something to me?' she said, drawing on the soaps, the movies, anything that would make him believe she was a damsel in distress seeking saviour from her true love. He was still getting closer, one step at his time, his boots quieter now on the wooden floor. 'Get over here and help me remember,' she told him. Whatever scepticism remained on his face now washed away. He approached faster now, a triumphant, self-satisfied grin on his face. Donna readied herself and just as he placed his hands on her hips and closed his eyes to kiss her, she threw all of her weight into her right arm and punched him hard in the face. He fell back, grabbing the bridge of his nose and cursing her for good measure. Donna ran from him, noticing his wand had fallen from his hand with the force of her knock. She scooped it from the floor and continued to run away. She glanced back, seeing him wipe the blood from his nose as he turned around. 'Now I remember the advantages of not having a nose,' he mumbled to himself, glancing at the blood that had come away on his hand before beginning to charge after her.

Donna didn't stick around. She wrenched open the door and pelted away through the hall, reaching the stairs when he began to catch up. She panicked, then decided to try her luck hurling spells at him. 'Abracadabra! Swiddle swaddle! Boom!' she said, aiming the wand at him as she attempted to run backwards, wishing she could remember at least one of the spells from the Harry Potter films, they seemed to work for him…'What are you saying you incompetent fool?!' he yelled, no longer that far behind. Donna reached the stairs and hurtled down them, only turning around when she reached the bottom. 'Not so strong without this eh magic boy?!' she jeered, on the move again as he began his descend the staircase. Donna was almost at the front door when something stopped her. John Smith had just somehow appeared right in front of the door, blocking her exit. She screamed and backed away, cornered now.

She raised the wand, pointing it at him, her heart pounding. 'Crushio!' she said, trying to emulate the spell he had used earlier. Nothing happened, John Smith began to laugh at her, a high, cold laugh that sounded almost inhuman. 'Come on you idiot muggle, what else have you got?' he taunted, the messy bloodstains on his face adding to his threatening appearance. Donna tried to concentrate her hardest, hoping that be sheer might she could force a spell out of the wand that would force him out of the way. She thought hard, what was it they said when they knocked people out in the films? They Stunned them, but what did they say?

'Stun! Stun! Stunicious maxima!' she yelled, jabbing the wand at him with no results except causing him to laugh loudly and cruelly at her expense.

'Expellitaruim! Stunify! Stun-a-kiss!' she could seem him tiring of this now, soon he would attack. Donna gave it her last shot.

'Alohomora?'

She felt the wand heat up beneath her, the sensation of something shooting out through it, though the force of her spell only caused the door behind him to swing open on it's hinges feebly, before shutting itself again. Her stomach dropped like a stone and a moment later she was pinned up against the wall, the wand having fallen from her hand to the floor beneath her. All she could see was his face before her, she could smell the blood that still oozed from his nose. She only hoped that her death would be quick and painless, and that this sick man wouldn't get away with it.

'You've got nerve muggle,' he told her, pulling her hair back and forcing her to look at him. 'More than is good for you. You're gonna pay for that, and so is your friend. So is your beloved Doctor.' He slammed her head against the wall, she could already feel the bruise forming as she slide down to the floor. He retrieved the wand and pointed it at her saying the incantation and causing the light to go out. As far as Donna knew, the Earth was no more.