As she stepped down, she felt a sharp jab on her bare foot. She yelped.
'OWWW!'
The Doctor was seated at the kitchen table, biting into a piece of toast. He was just savouring the taste of the bananas covered with sugar, when he heard Donna's cry of pain. He leapt up, concerned, and raced through his ship to locate her, worried.
He found Donna sprawled on the sofa in the lounge, a scowl on her face, and rubbing her left foot.
'Donna! What happened? I heard you, are you in pain? ' He asked hurriedly ,pulling out his sonic from his right jacket pocket.
'Yes, thanks to you Dumbo!' she snapped, still scowling. The Doctor knew that expression, the same one when she was about to slap him.
'What? What did I do? Donna, I'm sorry…'
SLAP! She slapped him across the cheek, his hand flung up to stem the sting. He then noticed she was clutching something in her other hand. She opened her hand up, and the Doctor's eyes widened at the sight of the small object.
'OI SPACEMAN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? PICK UP ALL YOUR LEGO WHEN YOU'RE FINISHED! I JUST STEPPED ON A PIECE!'