They were out of milk.

That alien WOULD have to have that last cup of tea last night , Donna muttered to herself . All the evidence was there , as she stood in the kitchen. His empty tea cup in the sink, and the carton of milk in the bin.

She wanted to have breakfast, for goodness sakes.

He probably could survive without breakfast, she thought, considering he was an alien. But she was human, and her stomach was growling.

She sighed, toast would have to be enough this morning . She was hoping to have a bowl of cereal and her coffee, but that was out of the idea.

The Doctor would have to take her to get some milk today, before they went about on their daily adventures. She would have to make sure of it . She needed her coffee. She couldn't function without her morning coffee.

Donna opened the bread box, and yelled. The bread box was empty.

'OI SPACEMAN! GET YOUR SKINNY BODY IN HERE NOW! YOU ATE THE LAST OF THE BREAD!'