Blue Rag
"For cryin' out loud," Donna said. "Not again!" She searched a second time through her suitcase for her favourite cashmere jumper, but couldn't find it. A frown on her face, she stood up and immediately, she headed through to find the Doctor.
She found him bent over one of the control panels, wiping her down. "Where is it?" she asked him.
After a moment, he asked, "Where's what?"
"You know what. My jumper! My good, expensive cashmere jumper."
"Oh. That." He shrugged.
"Yes, that." Her eyes widened. "You did something to it!"
"No. No! No, why would I-?"
"Where is it, Doctor? What did you do?"
The Doctor moved away from the controls, fast, and backed away, his hands out in front of him. "I have no idea where your jumper is, Donna."
"You–"
"I–"
"Is that–" Donna finally noticed the soft blue rag in the Doctor 's left hand – the rag he was using to clean the control panel. She looked from the rag to the Doctor and back to the rag.
The Doctor dropped it and stumbled back a few more steps. "Donna–" he said.
A screech, and the Doctor knew he was doomed.
"Doctor!"
fin.