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Of the Future...
5...
Donna paused in front of the wardrobe mirror and frowned at her appearance.
Younger and Thinner had shocked her mother more than it had shocked herself. And she'd fixed Shorter with a pair of heeled boots that made up the lost inches and were sturdy enough to not twist her ankle when she ran in them. Her Hair, a mess of wild curls and a few shades darker than before, was just a matter of getting the Doctor to let her use the Tardis to find the right hairdresser.
But her Eyes, they'd turned that strange shade of blue, that didn't seem quite real...
Donna sighed and forced herself to smile.
"You're brilliant, remember?" She nodded at her own reflection; half expecting it to nod back, and a real smile crept onto her face, "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
Finis...
'Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist, but the ability to start over.'
- F. Scott Fitzgerald.
'Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes.'
- Henry David Thoreau.