Theater Thoughts
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Donna stood next to the Doctor in the lobby of a theater. He had been forced into a time-appropriate outfit, and she had taken pleasure in wearing a deep burgundy gown. They mingled with the rich—slightly snobby and annoying—people around them, waiting for the doors to open.
"So what are we seeing?" Donna asked, realizing that the Doctor had never actually told her.
"You don't know?" the Doctor had a puzzled look on his face, and replied at Donna's shake of the head, "Hamlet."
"Shakespeare's first?" Donna smiled.
"Yup," the Doctor popped the 'p' with a self-satisfied smile.
"Why aren't we down there with the people?" Donna wondered.
"Been there, done that," the Doctor replied nonchalantly. "Thought I'd see how the other half lives."
"Alright," Donna took his other arm as the doors opened and the crowd moved forward.
"That was nice," the Doctor observed as he and Donna walked the darkened streets of 16th century London.
"It was," she agreed. "That guy looked an awful lot like you, though."
If Donna had been looking at the Doctor and not at the ground so as not to trip, she would have noticed the Doctor's light blush as he said quickly, "How about we see Oscar Wilde?"