Later that night...

"Look whose here Sylvia." Wilf entered the kitchen where Sylvia stood near the kitchen sink, staring out the window. "Amelia.."

"Amy gran-dad." Amy corrected him politely, which was in quite contrast with out she had answered her Aunt Sharon. "It's Amy."

"Amy; I'm sorry Love." Wilf still had his hands on Amy's arms as he walked her further into the kitchen. "Sylvia, Amy's here. She came back to see us."

"I.. I can come back if this is a bad time." Amy looked from her Aunt Sylvia who still hadn't turned to them. "Maybe I should go?"

"Nonsense. The last thing we need here now is an empty house." Wilf walked from Amy to Sylvia who finally turned to see Amy. "See Amy, she came back to check on us."

"Hi." Amy tried to smile and waved at her Aunt Sylvia who and only after she continued with "If this is a bad time I can come back." walked over and hugged Amy. "Or I can stay."

"Okay I'll put on the kettle for some tea." Wilf watched as the two woman stood there for what seemed forever, then just as they broke away from each other, began to make the tea.

"Amy.."

"I'm so sorry about Donna." Amy didn't know how to confess she knew about Donna so as soon as she spoke those words, she just came out with it. "And my Aunt told me, which is not what I'm sorry about when it comes to Donna."

"Pardon?"

"My Aunt told me about Donna being my mum." Amy waited then added. "I know."

"Oh." Sylvia paused as she walked Amy over to the table. "When? When did she tell you?"

"Earlier, before I came back now." Amy sat down at the same time Sylvia did. "I kind of figured it out, so I confronted her. She said she didn't think you knew; that Donna had come to her."

"Yeah I knew."

"So I guess that makes you my grandmother then?" Amy paused then added. "If you want to be that is; I would totally understand if you didn't want to be so don't worry."

"Amy, you're the only thing other then Andrew that I have left of Donna." Sylvia reached out and took hold of Amy's hand. "Why wouldn't I want that?"

"I don't know." Amy paused, her aunt now grandmother looked so different then she did earlier that day; not so much in her features but her eyes. She looked so tired, and so lost. "I'm sorry I wasn't here.. You know; maybe I could have helped her."

"Oh don't you worry love, it wasn't you're fault what happened with Donna." Wilf added, knowing she'd been there when he had his talk with the Doctor. Or at least soon after. "It was that whole Doctor thing with her, and that box."

"And we didn't help her either." Sylvia closed her eyes trying to think of everything she'd done to try and help, and if it were enough, or could she have done more. "And the police; why we ever let them interrogate her the way they did. Day after day as if she were a suspect and not the victim."

"What do you mean?"

"They started it at the hospital; showing her pictures." Wilf knowing it would take time for the kettle to boil sat down. "See cause Donna had been missing for so long, them twelve years and that man who'd been attacking her was part of this.. This..."

"Dad let me explain." Sylvia paused when she saw the red in her father's face, and that tiny vein that liked to pulse near his eyes when he got angry. "I know you have a hard time with this, more then I and I don't need to lose another one of my family members if you get all riled up telling about it."

"Okay then I'll go back to making the tea." Wilf stood then asked Amy. "No milk, three sugars and an ice cube to cool it down a bit?"

"Yes; but how did you know?"

"It's the way my Donna used to have it; you like them butter biscuits as well?"

"Love em'" Amy smiled. She knew she had a lot in common with Donna already with the Doctor and all, but this was something she had in common that made her happy. "The little Doggies right?"

"Of course the little doggies; get you a plate of them now." Wilf hurried off to the cupboard. "Donna always liked one before her tea was ready."

"Dad she's not Donna..."

"I know love, but she's the closest thing I've got left, and besides I don't think she minds." Wilf looked to Amy for assurance. "Do you love? At least for a while."

"No Gran-Dad I don't mind at all."

"Good, good then I'll get you those cookies."

"Aun.. Gram." Amy waited for Sylvia's reaction which was a small yet sincere smile. "You said the police were questioning Donna, my mum but why? She was the victim."

"I know, but seems the man who had attacked her, he was wanted in some underground sex thing. Movies, and that sort" Sylvia ran her hand through her hair. "They thought Donna was involved, maybe one of the girls they used or someone who worked for them who wanted out."

"Oh right like my mum would work for someone like that; Oi, what were they thinking?"

"They weren't love." Wilf answered for Sylvia as he placed the plate of biscuits in front of Amy. This time his tone showed more of a clam to it as he continued. "They didn't care to; kept shoving them pictures of women in front of her. Over and over again till she had that fit.. "

"Nervous breakdown right in the middle of the police station, and hey still didn't believe her." Sylvia took over for her father. "Said she was being dramatic in order to hide something."

"Poor girl is cowering in a corner of the room frightened out of her mind begging them to stop and there tossing more pictures to her." Wilf took the conversation back. "She lost it; no one could get through to her, had to call in someone to sedate her. She was in that hospital for over a week before she could come home, and all because of those cops."

"If Donna wasn't right after the attack when she came home, which she wasn't by all means." Sylvia paused then added. "then she wasn't right after that."

"How?"

"Nightmares love." Wilf answered a lot calmer then he had been when he first stated to explain. "Terrible nightmares, worse then when she came back to us. She used to wake up screaming, didn't know where she was. Your gram had a hell of a time getting her to; I don't know, come back from wherever she was."

"Then she'd ask me if it were true? Would she or could she do something like that?" Sylvia bit back tears. "I kept telling her no, she was a good girl and everything I said to her that last night just, I didn't mean it."

"What did you say to her?"

"Oh that's water under the bridge; like the water's that's now boiling." Wilf went back to the tea. "Get your cup done first like I used to for Donna. She always liked to be first in line for the tea; said it was hotter."

"It is." Amy agreed with Wilf, then went back to Sylvia. "So she had no idea what happened during those years?"

"No. She feared it thought; something awful." Sylvia again recalled those nights when Donna would wake up drenched, screaming out of her mind. "She was worried that if they did those things with her, to her. Made those movies, and took those pictures... What it would do to us? How she would have shamed us? I kept telling her even if they did, it wasn't her fault but she wouldn't listen to me."

"What happened when she found out she was pregnant?"

"You ever hear someone say they were on there last nerve?" Amy nodded when Sylvia asked. "She was on her last nerve, and it broke. She wouldn't eat, wouldn't talk and hardly slept any. Then once Andrew was born, she I don't know."

"It was an up and down two years with Donna." Wilf placed Donna's cup in front of Amy, the steam coming off the top. "More downs, them Doctors had no idea what they were talking about and those medications they gave her just made it worse."

"Dad she was delusional, they had to do something." Sylvia covered her mouth, then her eyes. It was all too much for her, she right at that moment, needed to be alone. So any only after saying. "I'm sorry Amy.." she got up and left the room.

"She suffers so." Wilf sat near Amy with his cup of tea. "Do you dunk your biscuits?"

"Of course, is there any way else?" Amy picked up the biscuit and dunked it head first into the cup. "Look it's taking a drink."

"Careful now, you're gonna get it's scarf wet."

"My aunt never let me do this." Amy laughed then paused and explained. "I used to have to wait till she left the room, then I would pretend it was her. I know that sounds awful but..."

"Nah, Donna used to do it all the time, and if Sharon is anything like Sylvia she deserved it."

"So what did she say to Donna that night?" Amy asked even though she knew the topic was touchy. "Gram what did she say?"

"She didn't want Donna to go; they got into an argument about what she was wearing." Wilf paused then figured he should just tell her everything. "Where she was going. Who she was going with, then she brought up you."

"Me? Why me?"

"Donna had this thing with men; she never thought she was good enough so she always picked the ones would treat her like she was trash." Wilf looked towards the way Sylvia had left. "Don't find that too hard to figure out with the way my daughter used to treat her."

"Overly judgmental?"

"All Donna wanted was to be loved, but she had this shell you know, from years of listening to her mum." Wilf took a breath then let it out. "No one could get through it, or see past it. All they saw was this obnoxiously loud person. But she wasn't like that Donna; she cared about people just no-one knew how to, or wanted to, take care of her. It was the same thing over and over again, especially with men. Donna would fall for the wrong guy, Sylvia would tell her, Donna would try to prove her wrong and every-time..."

"Donna would prove her right."

"And my Daughter, I love her to death, but believe me you... sometimes; Sylvia; that woman can be the backside of a horse."

"But she had you; my mum did..."

"Always Love, that was my Donna." Wilf spoke with tears in his eyes. "She was everything to me; used to come up on that hill out back with me and stare up at the stars. Ain't used that olde telescope of mine since.."

"Now?"

"Hmmm?"

"I see a thermos over there; why don't we pour the rest of the water in it and we can go use it now?" Amy paused. "Unless you don't want to, with me."

"Oh love to; it would be an honor. It's just..." Wilf paused then thought about the times he spent with Donna on that hill, staring at the sky and changed his mind. "You know what Amy, it's just nothing, yes I would love to. You make way with the Tea and I'll go get the old thing from the garage."

"Deal." Amy held out her hand to Wilf Shook then hurried off to get the telescope.