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"Donna's here?" Wilfred frowned as he peered around at the empty, abandoned building the Doctor landed them within.

"She's on the roof." The Doctor replied. He sonicked a door and gestured for Wilf to follow him.

He could easily have navigated the TARDIS to land on the roof, but that would risk Donna seeing it and a full on view of the TARDIS would almost certainly cause the memories to surface. He could have cloaked it, but he didn't like doing that too often. He parked it a couple of floors lower and in a dark, empty room. But he used his sonic to switch the lights on and off which made things slightly easier for them.

Wilf trailed after him, looking about, confused. He didn't understand why Donna would be here. The Doctor had to know why, surely, but he wasn't saying. Had he been his former self, Wilf would have trusted the Doctor implicitly, but this version of the Doctor still left him feeling cold and far too unsure about him. "Are you sure she's here? Why would she be here, Doctor?" He asked again.

The Doctor lead him through a door and over to a set of lifts. He used the sonic to open them and waited for Wilf to join him inside before again using his sonic to activate the lift. Only then did he turn to Donna's grandfather and give him any sort of answer. Unfortunately, it wasn't as comfortable an answer as Wilf would have liked.

"She is here, Wilf. She's here because she didn't have a choice not to be." That was all the explanation Wilf was going to get.

When the lift stopped the Doctor lead Wilf up another set of stairs and onto the roof. He looked around, but the roof top was bare of any other people. "Doctor, where is she?" Wilf's expressive eyes looked close to tears. The old man could only handle so much.

To Wilf, it seemed the Doctor looked at him like someone watching a sports' match that they were bored with. Wilf hated how the Doctor was making him feel, more so when he thought that this was the man who was supposed to help him help Donna.

He couldn't know that just then the Doctor was busy.

The Doctor was looking at Wilf and noting that the man was in a great deal of distress, but his primary attention was dedicated to locating Donna. He was using his senses. He heard a very faint noise. Like metal lightly rattling in a breeze. He heard breathing and the sounds of soft whimpers coming from their left. He saw a smudge mark on the ground made by a woman's shoe. Donna's shoe size. She was most definitely here and most definitely in some sort of trouble.

He was still staring at Wilf and about to head left when a scream came from that very direction.

The Doctor ran.

Wilfred was slightly slower to react, but ran after him. That was his granddaughter screaming! He was grateful that the Doctor was there because he had younger legs and got to the steps leading up to the scaffold in the blink of an eye. He was up and leaning over it to find the source of the screams before Wilf's foot touched the bottom step.

The Doctor saw the familiar ginger colored head bent down and cowering inside the metal box. She was trembling and clutching at the sides of it as she screamed. He didn't try to touch her. Not yet. He needed to help her first.

He reached back and down to help Wilf who was struggling to climb up with him.

"She needs you now." The Doctor informed an anxious Wilf.

Wide eyed, the gray haired man nodded and started to reach down into the scaffolding box, but the Doctor shook his head and gestured for Wilf to climb over. He held out an arm and helped the man climb over which was no small feat for Wilf. But he grasped onto the edge and climbed over, one foot and the other, to his granddaughter.

Donna felt the scaffolding tilting and shaking with the weight of someone else, but her head was killing her and she was in too much of a blind panic to care.

"Help me! Help me!"

Suddenly, she felt warm arms around her, hugging her tightly. Warm, familiar arms. She opened her eyes in spite of the pain spasaming inside her head. "Gramps?" She blinked, her tear-filled eyes had never seen a more welcomed sight. She hugged him back fiercely. "Granddad, why can't I make it stop? It hurts too much! Why won't it let me move?" She sobbed.

He just hugged, not knowing how else to help her.

She was startled to feel a third hand. It was gently caressing her hair. For some reason as soon as it touched her head, the pain started to subside enough for her to focus somewhat better. Not only that, the invisible force that seemed to be keeping her here, was now missing. It vanished, just like that. It was as though that third hand alone had the power to make it retreat.

"Donna? Donna, what's wrong?" Wilf was teary eyed himself, worried for her.

After a few moments she calmed and wiped her eyes, pulling away from her grandfather. "I'm fine, stop fussing! Just a bit of sleep walking." In truth, she didn't feel the least little bit near fine, but she couldn't stand that upset look on his face. She needed him to be okay and the only way to make that happen was to pretend that she was. He calmed down when she forced a smile.

She looked up at the third person.

A man. An awkward looking fellow in tweed and wearing a bow tie. Clearly he lacked any sense of fashion. Otherwise he would have known that tweed and bow ties were completely fashion senseless! But she wouldn't be rude and say so, unless he gave her reason to. Married life had somewhat calmed her abrasive manners, though not entirely.

He was leaning in and peering over at her, his hand on her head. But what was most startling about him, was his eyes. They looked ancient and deep and they were full of things she couldn't begin to grasp. It frightened her.

"How's your head, Donna?" The stranger asked, a wistful smile on his face. "Having a hard time of things, I see. Well, lets get you out of here." He reached down to help her up. Wilf slowly stood and climbed out as well, offering her a hand. She let them help pull her up and out, back down the stairs and onto the roof.

Donna couldn't find an explanation for something else either. The presence of the strange young man was soothing and calming to her. She had no idea why, absolutely none, but she felt strangely comforted by him. It wasn't like she was attracted to him. She had Shaun for that. Not this weird looking kid! But there was definitely something about him she couldn't put her finger on.

Her vision was a bit blurry and she wasn't quite well yet. Her head ached enough to make her want to close her eyes and her head was full of emotions she couldn't place.

She let her grandfather and this stranger help her, each taking an arm to guide her back down through the building. She heard a strange buzzing noise and lights came on. When she looked around, she couldn't see how they managed to get the lights on when the switches were so far away, but she didn't question it. Nor did she particularly care to question why the lift was suddenly working. It didn't really occur to her to be suspicious. After all, her grandfather was here.

She stepped in with them, glad not to have to take the stairs.

Wilf was confused as to why his granddaughter was at the top of a closed down office building, much less hunkered down, sobbing inside of a window washer's scaffold. But he realized now was not the time for questions.

He was relieved that she was okay, though she looked like she was having another of those headaches she sometimes got. He exchanged looks with the Doctor as they escorted her down and out of the building.

The Doctor knew something. Wilf didn't know what he was keeping from him, but he was sure of it. But he tried to trust him. Maybe he had a good reason for keeping things secret. It still left Wilf with a bad feeling.

The trio was quiet as they met the cool night's air and Donna shivered. She felt a heavy coat being placed around her shoulders. Where had that come from? She didn't worry herself about it. She was tired and drained and her head was throbbing and her emotions were a mess. She just wanted to be home. But there was one question she couldn't help give voice to.

She turned her gaze to the Doctor's pensive face.

"Who are you?"

Donna's question held a lot of potency. More than she could recognize. She was searching for something more than a name. Even Wilf could feel it. He looked uneasily between the Doctor and Donna.

But The Doctor gave her the softest of smiles. "I'm Williams. Williams Pond." He easily lied, adopting the last names of his companions for a first and last name for himself. It was easier to go with names like John Smith, but he didn't always like doing things the easy way.

"I'm an old...New friend of your granddad's." He said, recalling at the last, late moment that he looked far too young to be an 'old' friend of someone Wilf's age. Even though he had centuries on Wilfred Mott!

Donna looked confused. "Oh? How did you know to find me here?"

Both men looked uncomfortable. Not at the question itself, but to whom she directed it. The Doctor. How could she have known he was the one to find her?

"Oh, we just looked about and got lucky enough to be close by when we heard your screams, didn't we, Wilf?" The Doctor lied again. Donna nodded, but there was suspicion in her eyes even when Wilf immediately agreed with this Williams Pond fellow.

The Doctor handed her a handkerchief to wipe her tears, his hand lingering a bit on hers, but not long enough to raise any suspicions. Donna. Oh, how he'd missed her! She was a wonderful friend, even if she no longer knew it.

"Thanks." She wiped her face, the pain in her head still etching telltale lines across her forehead. "My head...It hurts."

The Doctor's fingers were suddenly trailing across her forehead. His touch once more somehow soothing the deep pain within her mind. It was as if he were a magician and his very touch could heal her!

She didn't question this either even though she meant to. She was in too much pain to just then. She allowed his fingers to dance across her head, easing back the pain, and somehow, thoughts and images eased back along with it. She couldn't, for the life of her, remember why it was she was on that roof in the middle of the night like this in the first place!

The pain eased and she was able to focus. And that was when she swatted the Doctor's hand away. "Oi! I don't know you, Mr. River or whoever, so don't go touching me!"

The Doctor looked stricken at being called 'Mr. River'. He was positive River Song would have had the biggest laugh at that. That woman usually enjoyed his discomfort. He was silently thankful she wasn't here to witness it this time!

"Pond." He quickly corrected. "Williams Pond. Not River, it has absolutely nothing to do with River because a River and a Pond are two completely separate entities...Except when they're not. But that almost never happens! And in this case they are. Absolutely and completely. Not the same thing at all really."

He found both Wilf and Donna staring at him. He cleared his throat and gave them one of his far too bright smiles.

This man was insane. That was Donna's full conclusion. He was completely mad!

"Why are we standing about out here anyway? Its cold, and I'm hungry and tired. I wanna go home." Donna broke the awkwardness and nobody was more grateful to her for that than the Doctor.

"Right." The Doctor nodded his agreement. "Lets get you home then." He reached out to take her arm, but stopped short of actually doing so.

He hid his hand which currently trembled with psychic energy.

He'd used his hand to check on his fail-safes and to make sure certain memories were safely tucked away. He'd also telepathically hedged back the pain that had been hurting her so badly. He was used to using two hands for such efforts, but he hadn't wanted to alarm her.

He has his suspicions, but he wasn't sure why this was happening to her. The memories were fully in tact in their hiding place, perfectly out of range of her conscious memories and incapable of causing her such harm on their own.

There was something he was missing. He was sure of it.

"Wilf, you take your granddaughter home and I'll..." Wilf looked at the Doctor with an expression Donna couldn't quite read. The Doctor continued with the slightest of nods. "I'll come along shortly to check in on you, Donna. Make sure you're okay. Then I'll be on my way."

"Oh, I'll be alright." Donna stepped further away from the Doctor and closer to Wilf. "Just a bit of a headache and these crazy sleep walking habits of mine. I'll be round to see another doctor about them soon." She wondered why this strange young man had any interest at all in her well being.

"The poor dear has been to doctors of all sorts and none have been able to help at all." The way Wilf and the Doctor exchanged a meaningful look, confused Donna all the more.

The Doctor nodded. Regular doctors wasn't what Donna needed. She needed her Doctor. He noticed her rubbing the side of her temple again.

"Would you mind if I tried an unusual technique I learned? A bit holistic in nature." He asked her. She stopped rubbing her temple. What about this man made her feel so safe and comfortable? Ironically, the feeling caused her to be suspicious of him.

"I'll try anything." She told him as Wilf pulled out a mobile phone and called for a taxi. They couldn't very well take Donna in the TARDIS.

"Lets get you home first, then we'll give it a go." The Doctor stopped outside the building. He wanted her safely at home before anything else happened.

"You two go on, I'll meet you there. I've got...My own transportation." With that, he tipped an imaginary hat and walked around a corner to break into the back of the building and go up to his awaiting and hidden TARDIS. If she saw it, she would remember. Everything. And then she would have to pass out and forget again. Or die. And he could never let that happen.

As he left, his mind raced. As much as he would have liked to believe this was an isolated incident and that Donna was safe and sound, he knew there was more to it than that. He had to get to the bottom of whatever was happening to her. He just hoped he could before something truly terrible happened.