Yolanda's Yelling

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The TARDIS alarm clock beeped rapidly.

From where they were drinking tea in the kitchen, Donna and the Doctor ran to the console, where he, out of breath and still holding his half-full mug, rolled the computer screen towards him and squinted at it. Donna, wordlessly, from behind him, handed him his glasses.

"Thank you," he mumbled, proudly putting them on and still squinting at the screen.

"What is it?" Donna cried when the Doctor ran around her so fast she almost fell down. The TARDIS started moving. "Doctor, what is it?"

"I don't know!" he shouted back over the noise.

Almost immediately, however, the lights stopped flashing and the ship settled back to its quiet hum. Donna let go of the railing and walked closer to the Doctor, who was once again staring at the screen.

"Should we see?" she wondered.

"Yes," he decided, and led the way out.

What waited for them was a room with a round bed in its middle. A desk with a strangely-shaped chair stood next to it, and next to that was a cabinet and a hat stand.

"I think it's Vergon," he said, looking around. "I wonder where. . ."

"What?" Donna followed his gaze. "Oh. Who is it?"

"The resident Vergains," they walked closer to the figure, who was lying face-down in a corner of the room—a feat, definitely, since the room was round. "What's your name?"

"Go away!" the Vergains shouted. "Go away, go away, go away!"

"Not that happy to see us?" Donna inquired.

"Two of you?" the Vergains sobbed out loudly. "And here I thought I'd retained some sanity!"

"We're real, just so you know," the Doctor replied and calmly knelt down. "What's your name?"

"Yolanda," the Vergains, who they could now see as female, answered. "And you are?"

"I'm the Doctor."

"And I'm Donna," she finished.

"Oh," Yolanda nodded. "Why'd you come here?"

"Heard you," the Doctor's eyes widened in realization. "Heard your screaming. Yolanda, what's wrong?"

The girl stood up and angrily matched past them, picking a thick book off the desk and throwing it at a wall, where it shattered into small pieced and immediately glued itself back together. he threw it again several times, and all those times, it just repaired itself.

"Yolanda?" Donna gently beckoned.

"I can't take it anymore!" Yolanda screamed. "I won't, I won't, I can't!'

Donna walked up to him and put an arm around his shoulders, letting Yolanda bury his face into her shirt, still mumbling, "I can't, I won't, why do you want to make me? I can't, I can't. . ."

The Doctor picked up the book, which wasn't even a bit tattered, and read off, "The History of Vergon as Shown by Science."

Donna made a face. "School."

"They just want to make us. . ." Yolanda moaned, and continued, more animated, "I'm expected to get up at the crack of dawn, have a large breakfast, go to loohcs on time, spend the next seven hours there, stay after for another two hours to get better in every class, join the loohcs shaveldisk team, go to a club, participate in an out-of-loohcs activity, go outside to play with friends, keep in touch with family, eat a large and healthy supper and dinner, do all my homework, and go to bed early enough to get eight hours of sleep, but, since I'm young, it's really ten hours. . ."

He mumbled some more into Donna's shirt as the Doctor patted him on the back. Then, as if something inside of him flipped around, Yolanda stood up and walked over to the book.

"What are you doing?" Donna asked, watching him closely.

"I'm good," Yolanda grinned. "Thank you."