Doctor Who – Two Doors Down
The Doctor rapped his knuckles against the brown oak door. He smiled gleefully at Donna who exhaled heavily. After a few seconds he knocked once more, this time slightly more loudly.
"It was a cat. That's all; a cat."
"You don't get blue cats Donna. Well, not until 2054 when genetic splicing goes terribly wrong. Poor things. Anyway, it was definitely not a cat. It was about twice as big and glowing blue."
The door in front of them suddenly opened, revealing a middle-aged blonde lady, laughing at something happening further into her house. Music escaped from inside, and Donna could make out several balloons and the warming smell of cocktail sausages. The woman's face dropped in an instant at the sight of the tall, grinning man and the confused, disgruntled woman on her doorstep. The Doctor immediately butted in before she had time to speak.
"Hello there, I'm the Doctor, this is Donna, are you having a party?" He said, poking a head through, peering around in the most impolite of manners.
"I'm sorry, no." The woman said, ushering the Doctor's head out of the hallway and closing the door swiftly.
The Doctor stared for a while, slightly confused at what had gone on. As he seemed lost in his head, Donna took charge and rattled on the letterbox. The door once again opened and the woman rolled her eyes.
"What?" She said, staring at the Doctor, expecting him to take charge once more.
"We're here for the party," Donna stated, forthright "My friend, the Doctor, forgot to show our invite." Donna elbowed the Doctor who came to and quickly got out and flashed his psychic paper. The woman examined it for a while, before looking back at the two grinning faces in front of her.
"How do you know Anne?" The woman asked.
"Oh, Anne! Yeah we go way back. Us and Anne, we, uh, used to...meet...at the supermarket all the time. Yeah, every Thursday, was just plain weird you know." The Doctor ended his convoluted speech with a large grin.
The woman looked them up and down once more before opening the door wide.
"Come on then. Sorry for the confusion. I'm Jane. I suppose since you got an invite Anne's told you."
"...Told us what?" Donna asked, wiping her feet and looking around the modern house.
"Oh, you know, Donna," The Doctor shoved her jovially. "That thing...that Anne told us. That big thing." Donna stared at the Doctor for a while before catching on.
"Oh yeah! How could I forget? Well, technically I didn't forget, I'm just so aware of it that I don't even see it as a big thing anymore..." Donna petered off.
"Yeah, well, you know the rules. He's 'mingling' but," Jane leaned in. "I still don't trust him. It's those eyes." She said, pointing to her forehead. The Doctor and Donna smiled and nodded, still in complete bewilderment.
Jane guided them through the house, through the kitchen which was filled with random plates, half opened packets of party food, and a large cake. Eventually they reached the garden. It was a simple enough garden, with just a large expanse of grass, and a few flowers lining the sides. There were many people 'mingling'; at least thirty from what Donna could tell. But none of this really stood out to Donna or the Doctor. What did catch their eyes was the elderly woman walking hand in hand with a blue, squat alien.