"Bastard!" I screamed, before Lance disappeared. "You will see. If I get out of here, I'll ask for a divorce! You are not taking a single coin from me! Did you hear me?" I asked, but soon I started to cry.
"Sorry, Donna," said John.
"What about you? Are you part of that too?" I asked, rudely, not knowing who to believe anymore.
"Me? I'm innocent! I wouldn't be tied up with you if I was teamed up with them, would I?" he asked.
"Yeah… I suppose you are right," I said, sighing. "Sorry, John."
"No, that's fine!"
Harry was watching us in silence, and smiled at our interactions.
"Oh, I'm gonna miss this," said him, walking around us. "That is a pity that your idiot of a husband paid me to kill you. I have no idea why you married him…" said Harry, putting some bullets inside his gun.
"What? Are you kidding me?" I asked.
"Oh, no! I think he is a loser! If it makes you feel better, I liked our little investigation team. We did a good trio, don't you think? I know that I had a lot of fun!"
"You did? Oh, please, take us out of here, Harry!"
"Sorry, but I can't. I was paid for it. But here, if it makes you better, I promise to kill your husband after I finish here. I'll even do that for free," he said smiling.
"Oh, now I'm feeling SO much better!" I said, sarcastically.
"Donna…" warned the Doctor. He was right, better not make the psycho angry.
Harry laughed.
"Let her talk, Doctor! That's part of the fun! It's a pity indeed... As for you, Doctor, well I liked playing detective. I had no idea that was how it was done! Good to be part of the other side sometimes!"
"There is still time, Harry," said the Doctor.
"Oh, please... Call me Master."
"Master, you can join us! That's not late to do what is right!" said the Doctor.
"Oh… That's so tempting! But no! You see… I like this life. The thrill of killing! You wouldn't understand... I guess this is it. It was a pleasure to meet you guys. See you next life," he lifted the gun, pointing to me first.
I closed my eyes, holding my breath. That was it! I was threatened, poisoned, but in the end I would die by a gunshot. How lucky… I tried to remember my life, have an enlightened vision about the meaning of it, but my mind was empty. I was too busy being scared to think about anything else. Dying was taking longer than I expected. They said the time slowed down when you were about to be killed, but that was ridiculous, right?
"You know… Looking from here, you two make a good couple. You should consider that in the afterlife."
"Oh, for God's sake! Do it already!" I complained, and Harry laughed.
"Donna Noble, you are a gem! See you!" he said.
And that moment, I heard a gunshot. I screamed, and started to cry, but I was okay. A wave of relief invaded my body. I was safe! But then, if I was safe that meant that… Oh God, the Doctor!
"No! Doctah!"
"Donna? You can open your eyes now," I heard John's calm voice talking directly to me. I opened my eyes, slowly, afraid to be having that conversation with a ghost. I was waiting for angels (or demons), but all I saw was the Master knocked out on the ground, and John free, right in front of me.
"Hello!" he smiled, waving at me.
"What happened?" I asked, finally freeing my hands.
He showed me a swiss army knife.
"You!" I punched his arm. "Did you have it all the time?"
"Yep" he nodded, with a cocky smile.
"And why didn't you tell me?"
"Sorry? Part of the plan, I guess," he rubbed the back of his neck. "Now come on, before this lunatic wakes up.