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I am toying with Donna's memories, but no need to be disappointed, because there really is something else that is going on here with Donna, even though it won't seem like it for a while.

I have the next chapter almost ready and should have it up tomorrow. And it actually has plenty of Donna it in finally so YAY for that!

Wilfred was beside himself with worry. Poor Donna was out there somewhere, lost and alone, and the Doctor wasn't himself, whoever he was, and he could do nothing about either of those things.

He sat down anxiously on the edge of his bed. He was just thinking about going back into town when the wonderfully familiar sound of the TARDIS landing outside caught his attention. He hurried outside, taking notice that the box was slightly different and the man who stepped out of it, far from the man he knew.

He took in the man's features. The longer face, the brown suit and bow tie. This boy was a baby! He couldn't possibly be...But how many other men went flying about in a little blue box? Besides, the Doctor himself had said when he regenerates it is like dying and like a new man sauntering off. This had to be him. The new man. It had to be the Doctor.

Wilfred Mott may not have seen a lot of the adventures his granddaughter had, but he'd seen enough in his day to accept this at face value. This was the Doctor. He only hoped this version of the Doctor would be able to help. Clearly, he didn't want to be here. He even looked...Severe.

Truthfully, the Doctor expected more of a reaction from Wilf. But as Wilf ran out and up to the blue box that appeared outside his cottage, he looked the bow tie wearing man up and down and simply asked. "Doctor?"

"Yes, its me. Different, but the same, the same," He rolled one hand over the other. "But different." He actually smiled then as he looked at Wilf.

Wilf gave an uncertain smile back. He would have hugged him had he not been so drastically different. But it wasn't his appearance that was turning Wilfred off from feeling comfortable with him. "Blimey! When you change, you reallychange!" And that was the end of that. Except that Wilf wasn't sure he could trust that this Doctor would care enough about his granddaughter to really be able to help her. But what else could he do?

"Come on, I'll track Donna's location from inside the TARDIS." He was already disappearing inside and Wilf quickly followed.

"I'm sure she can't be far and even if she is we'll find her." He assured the old man. Although he was actually much older than him. Wilf watched the Doctor press a few buttons and turn a knob. Wilf turned around a time or two as he took in the differences.

"This blue box of yours is different too. It went and changed along with you now, didn't it?" He laughed nervously and the Doctor just nodded toward him, not looking up from whatever he was doing.

Then there was a beeping sound. "Ah, there, you see! Knew we'd find her!"

That was something about this new Doctor that Wilf appreciated. And he very much needed something positive to see in this young looking man who stood before him. He seemed hopeful and upbeat. The last time he'd seen the Doctor, in his previous incarnation, the Doctor had been so depressed and upset that it was hard to look at him without his eyes tearing up. But how he was now seemed energetic and hyper, and not depressed. He was glad to see that at least.

"You found her?" Wilf moved over to the screen to peer at whatever the Doctor was watching. It looked like a jumble of symbols and lines to him. He couldn't make it out.

"Yes. She's close by. She's just..." The Doctor's head moved closer to the screen. "Not far." He looked and sounded suddenly concerned. Which very much bothered Wilfred.

The Doctor didn't like this. He knew where she was and he didn't like it at all. Something wasn't right.

He expected her to have dreams and feelings of her time with him, but he hadn't expected this. He knew no matter how hard one blocked someone's memory, no matter what devices one used to wipe a mind, there was no getting around emotions. They stuck somewhere deep inside, even when nothing else did. A person could and would hold the pains, the joys, the fears, the feelings of loss, even if not a single memory of why those feelings existed remained.

Donna must have been experiencing them and maybe experiencing the emotions was bringing up some memories on a level high enough to alert her subconscious to it, but not high enough to bring her to full conscious awareness of these things.

He was absolutely positive that he'd left her in a safe state of mind, with a sturdy enough fail-safe to ensure she would never fully remember him or her time with him. He'd even implanted plenty of false memories for the time she was away with him, so that she wouldn't have lost any moments and been suspicious about them.

He'd given her plenty of lovely memories of traveling the world on her own and meeting interesting people along the way. He was positive that such memories, fake as they were, probably put her mind at ease about the strange dreams and feelings that would creep up on her now and again.

But there was no way she would just start remembering things, even on a subconscious level, unless something or one was manipulating her. How could they get past the fail-safes he'd put into place? Even the Master hadn't gotten beyond causing her memories to start to surface which only helped the fail-safes to kick into motion.

Whatever external forces that were working on Donna now went well beyond that. They were able to tap into her subconscious mind without fully alerting her conscious mind. And there was something else, but he wasn't quite sure about it.

One thing he was positive about. Whomever or whatever was effecting her, was very powerful.

This was bad.

He never should have come here. He probably wouldn't have. But she needed him.

"Well let's go get her then?" Wilf watched the Doctor who nodded and quickly the concerned look was replaced with a smile as the man moved about the console and gestured for Wilf to pull down a lever. He obliged.

"She's okay, isn't she, Doctor?" He paused, watching the Doctor watch his console. "Isn't she?"

Much to the distressed man's dismay, the Doctor didn't answer him.