Donna glared at her screen trying to tune out the background noise as she munched on her sandwich. Not sure why her mother thought 'spam' was a healthy option, but food was food she supposed. People were rushing in and out for their lunch breaks and taking refuge within the confines of their office. It was a full house. The main television and radios in the other cubicles were turned on at full blast with news channels spouting nonsense about the world being taken over by aliens.
Donna groaned in frustration, even with her noise cancelling headset, she could still hear snippets from her colleagues that 'Independence Day had finally arrived' and the inevitable 'War of the Worlds' that were to come. 'Media,' Donna grimaced, 'Idiots the lot of them.' She half felt like storming out and telling everyone to 'Shut up' and to 'Grow up' but reality sunk in at the last moment. One, she had a decent paying job and a stunt like that would march her straight out the door, best temp or not. Not that Donna cared, as her colleagues, except for Sammie were dull and boring, similar to her ex-Lance, who surprise, surprise left her at the altar. Her memory was rather iffy about the whole incident, but apparently, he had left her for some look-a-like model, and got dumped months later after said model had tired of him. She chuckled at that, 'serves him right, and good riddance.'
And two, she had been having weird dreams and you know what people say, 'Dreams are the windows of the soul – take a peek and you see the inner workings, the nuts and bolts'. Donna shuddered. The last thing she wanted was a noisy physiatrist poking into her mind. Donna froze in horror, here she was thinking people idiots for believing science-fiction drivel, and there she was drawing analogies from the very same. She was only vaguely aware that someone was calling her name.
"Donna, earth to Donna!" Mark reached down and ripped her headphones away from her.
"Oy! Careful with those" Donna snapped, and snatched them back, "What do you want, Mark?" She continued in a drawl, "Shouldn't you be with your goons discussing theories on how the Earth Stood Still?"
Mark grinned, "I knew it! You do like science-fiction!" he high-fived in the air with his mates on the other side of the room who had bet him ten pounds that he was not going to get through to Donna, "Welcome to the club"
"Dream on loser" came the immediate reply, but inwardly Donna was shaking in her boots. 'Oh shit' she thought.
"So, want to join us tonight? We're going to scout the city for signs of alien activity, or maybe not" he trailed off abruptly and backpedalled back to his mates at the glare Donna was sending his way. Nobody wanted to be in Donna's line of fire, especially when she was mad. The boys breathed a sigh of relief when the explosion that were to happen did not occur.
Donna however, spent the whole afternoon thinking about the mysterious gentleman in her dreams. 'Get a grip Donna Noble and focus. Damn Mark for getting under my skin.' she thought angrily to herself.