The ginger Earth woman sat down on a bench in the alien time vessel. She looked around the circle of the empty chamber, the green-blue glow of the central console's light her only companion. She began to count the stitches in the right sleeve of her dark brown jumper. One, two, ... three hundred and fifty-five. She started muttering, but she didn't get much enjoyment out of that either. She counted the stitches in her left sleeve. Three hundred and forty-eight?
She went for a walk around the console. And another round. She almost pushed a button or two for the heck of it.
- "Doctor!"
She didn't hear but emptiness.
The right side again, three hundred and fifty. The left side, one, two, ... three hundred and one, three hundred and two, ...
- "Dang it, dang it, dang it, oh I'm stupid, I'm so stupid, why are you counting the stitches in your sleeve?" inquired the Doctor, breaking in through the same door through which he had left the Earthling centuries ago, in her opinion.
- "Oy!" complained Donna, and she cuffed him angrily, "Where did you go and you left me here without anything to do, and how long was it, ten hours? You should at least tell me what you're doing before you disappear on me! Don't they teach you any manners on Gallifrey?"
- "Manners? Where's the fun in that?" asked the Doctor with an expression of obvious disgust. He took a look at her face. "OK, OK, sorry!"
As long as his apology calmed her down a bit, Donna remembered that her friend had been complaining about something when he returned. "That's alright; now, what about the TARDIS and you going on about how stupid you are?"
- "Well, it's only a couple of burned wires, but I forgot to get new supplies the last time this happened. Well, not a problem, we can get this kind of stuff where we are, can't we? Allons-y!" Snatching his big long coat, the Doctor leapt through the door.
- "Oy, allons-what?"
- "Come on!"
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