The Doctor jumped up from the console at the piercing scream. Fear flooded him and he raced through the many corridors of his ship, searching for his firey haired companion.
"Doctor!"
"I'm coming, Donna!" He yelled, hoping that she was alright.
He burst into her room to find her sitting on the bed, fist in her mouth as she attempted to contain her squeals.
The Doctor gaped at her. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong!" Donna cried, a wide smile on her face, looking about to jump for joy. "Ninety eight likes on my profile picture, Doctor! I'm nearly at one hundred!"
The Doctor sighed. "Donna, I hardly think that's a reason to-"
"Oh," Donna clutched at her chest dramatically, her breath beginning to come in short, sharp gasps. "Oh my God!"
"Donna, are you okay?" The Doctor asked frantically, concerned for his companion.
Donna flailed her arms about wildly as she tried to explain.
"Da- Davros," She wheezed, letting out an excited scream.
"Davros?!" The Doctor grabbed her phone, staring at the screen in alarm. "What's he done?!"
"He just poked me!" Donna squealed. "D'you think this means he's into me?"
"Poked you wha- Donna, why would you want the creator to the Daleks to be interested in you?!"
"Duh," Donna rolled her eyes. "More followers on Twitter, get with the program, Spaceman."