This chapter is a bit longer, yay!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who or anything affiliated with it, even though the Master is definitely waiting for me in an alternate universe somewhere. I wonder how many kids he wants us to have?
Chapter 2:
Donna Noble was screaming.
The lottery money she had amazingly come to possess had bought her a house. A mansion, really. They had huge TVs, furniture, a grand staircase, the best computers money could buy, dozens of rooms for anything you could imagine, a nursery should the chance to use it ever arise, a swimming pool that they never used, and an exercise room that had fewer visitors than the swimming pool.
And she was still unhappy. Unhappy and lonely, to be more accurate. She spent her days in luxury, waiting and wondering. She felt as though she was missing someone, something, but she couldn't remember what it was for the life of her. Everywhere she was, she didn't want to be, and every time she got somewhere she thought she wanted to be, she never wanted to stay. Shaun often found her walking aimlessly outside in the garden, no matter what the time of day, as if she was waiting for something. He was afraid for his wife, but she wouldn't see a doctor. She claimed to have always hated doctors. Wilf always laughed when she said this, but she never understood why and he refused to explain.
Shaun and Wilf were playing cards across the house when they heard her. She had just come home from picking up quite a lot of groceries. The jug of milk was all over the tile floor, along with eggs and her mum's favorite kind of coffee. Shaun quite literally had catapulted himself out of his chair as soon as he heard Donna's scream of pain. Wilf was considerably slower, but he made it just the same.
"My head!" Donna had both hands in her hair, leaning against the kitchen counter as if her skull was splitting.
"Donna, what's wrong?" Shaun was at her side, trying to calm her, but it wasn't working.
Wilf reached them a moment later. He reached for Donna's hand to comfort her. "Donna! What were you doing? You can't remember, my love, you can't! Forget! Forget everything!"
"Remember what?" Shaun demanded, flinching from the harsh noise of her screams.
"There was this man," she managed to gasp. "A man I've never seen before in my life, but-" She almost collapsed to the floor, but Shaun managed to catch her and guided her to the couch in the living room just off the kitchen. "He was tall, with dark hair and he was talking to someone, a... woman with dark skin. I overheard them talking about... something to do with a thing called a... TARDIS." Her voice was soft with recognition.
"Forget it, Donna! It's nothing," Wilf patted her hand comfortingly. "Don't you worry about a thing, my dear. Let's get you a nice cup of tea, come on!"
"No!" She stood from the couch and barely took two steps before another wave of pain hit her and she screamed again. "I remember!" she yelled defiantly, still holding her head. "I remember! TARDIS, Slitheen, Vashta Nerada, The Master, Raxacoricofallapatorius, Dalek, Agatha Christie, Cybermen, GallifreyRoseTheRaniK9RomanaE-SpaceDavros." She gasped, but the words wouldn't stop. "Foamasi, Argolins, Susan Foreman, Adric, Marco Polo, Harold Saxon, Five Point Star, Time Lord, Time Lord, Time Lord, Time-"
She froze. She heard it, outside in the garden. The sound of the universe.
"Doctor." Her voice was soft, then louder than she had ever screamed before. "DOCTOR!"