003. Alien
Wilfred Mott, Donna Noble
"See anything tonight?"
Her words were light and lilting as she took a seat next to him. "No, nothing tonight," he answered with a shake of his head.
There was a sigh from his granddaughter, and yet she crossed her hand over his with her unspoken support. Just a year ago she would have been with her mother, demanding that he come in out of the cold, and now she was his silent shadow as they looked up at the night sky.
He sneaked a glance over to her, but her eyes were far away, tracing little questions in the constellations with her eyes.
Well, at least that was something he understood.
So, he let the silence fall, and dropped his eyes to the telescope again.