Doctor Who
„That doesn’t go to plan. Not at all to plan.” The Doctor pushes buttons while he mutters to himself.
“How did you plan it?” Donna asks. “Did you even plan anything? You never plan anything.”
“Huh? That is not important right now. It just doesn’t go.” The Doctor pushes even more buttons. “Red-blue-red… no, blue-blue-red… no, green…. Is there even a green button? I think there always was a green button. Or two?”
Donna stands and watches for a few minutes. Boring. Time-travelling involves a lot of waiting, she has realised. Well, she can entertain herself. She’s a great entertainer.
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Donna wanders past the fridge - it’s always time for a drink, somewhere in the universe - to the small back room of the Tardis to feed her little – thing – she’s not sure if it’s an animal or an alien (or an alien animal) – that she secretly brought from the last planet. May the Doctor try to find his green buttons, she has enough entertainment here with the little creature that changes its colour with every time it blinks. Blink-blink-blink it goes, it looks very cute and friendly. His – its eyes are big and green. No, red-red-blue… no, blue-blue-red, no–