"It's not exactly my husband, it could be anyone, right?" I asked, while we were back to my car, in the comfort of the backseat. Everything we talked about in the Scotland Yard seemed so distant. At least the dizziness got better since Martha and Mickey gave me something with a weird name that turned up to be an said the effect was still reversible, since I just had the first symptoms. Looks like my killer wanted to poison me slowly, so I wouldn't realize that until it was too late to save myself. How kind!
"Yeah…" said the Doctor, uncertain. He was terribly comforting people, that's for sure!
I gulped.
"But the evidence points to him, right?" I was expecting him to say "no", to announce the whole thing was a prank, but he didn't.
"Looks like it."
He looked at me, concerned. I don't know if he could guess what I was thinking, because I couldn't. That was all a mess, a blur in my head. Maybe if I hadn't discovered it, nothing would have happened. I tried to convince myself of that. Maybe there was something wrong there. I just couldn't admit that… Admitting would make everything sound real.
"That's bonkers! No way my husband is trying to kill me. Why would he?" I said, feeling my tears falling over my cheeks. The doctor didn't know what to do, so he placed a hand on my shoulder, comforting me. That didn't help me to solve that madness, but at least made me feel less alone.
"Donna, we don't know for sure," he said, and I nodded.
Harry stopped the car in front of the Boe's. Funny thing how we were there just some hours before, but to me it looked like centuries. I looked up, drying my tears, and John Smith smiled kindly at me. That idiot! How dared he try to make me feel better when his life was also a tragedy. That made me feel so pitiful.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to. You can wait for me here," he said.
"No, I need to. If there is still a chance to prove that Lance has nothing to do with that, I want to be there."
"Maybe things don't go the way you expected. Is that alright to you?"
"No… But I don't know what else to do," I said, holding myself from more tears.
"Come on, then," said the Doctor, helping me to get out of the car.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Noble," said Harry, holding the door for me. As the Doctor did before, Harry was also trying to be sympathetic, his own shy way. God bless him!
"Thank you, Harry," I smiled.
"Mrs. Noble, do you want me to go in with you?"
"There is no need, Harry, but thank you for offering" I said, sounding far from my witty-self.
He smiled.
"I'll park near that phone box. I'll be waiting there, if you need me," he said, and I agreed. He was such a sweetheart.
The Doctor entered the club first, grabbing my hand so we wouldn't get lost from each other, and opened the way to the bar, since the place was crowded. Inside the Boe's, all we could hear was the loud music and all the talking, cigarette smoke turning every color to a pale gris. The handsome guy was there, still on the other side of the wooden counter, but he was quite busy that time. When he saw us coming to his direction, he smiled, but suddenly the smile faded, to be replaced with concern.
"What happened?" asked Jack.
"Things got… complicated," said John, a hand on the back of his neck.
"Another drink, beautiful?" he offered.
"I can't," I said. "But a glass of water would be great."
The Doctor smiled at me, to make sure that I was alright. Then he leaned on the counter once more, to get closer to the handsome barman.
"Jack, do you know where I can buy cyanide?"
"Wow, Doctor! What are you planning to do?"
"That's not for me!"
"Worse! Killing is not the answer," he said.
"It's about our case," he pointed to me.
"Oh! That escalated quickly. From death threats to cyanide, all in the same day!"
"You tell me," I said, trying to smile.
"Don't say you got that from me, but there is a place where they sell it. A lot of people buy there. They say that it's the favorite place for the criminals to get their supplies. Those Hittler-loving Daleks go there, also the Cyberman cult, and the Master, they all go there. It's a small green door in Kreston Street. It takes to a hidden black market."
"Right! Got it!" said John, winking. "Thanks, Jack!"
"Good luck!" Jack waved.