"Bit late for that, love, it's nearin' lunch time, people will be out and about soon," Donna remarked. She held onto Gwen's arm, afraid she might keel over. God, she looked awful, but Donna would never tell her that. It was the last thing she needed to hear. "No better place to crash into than this box, though." She should bring Gwen into the TARDIS, there was bound to be something helpful there. Besides, the Doctor could help her. If only he'd just step out for a moment, him or Martha, or if only Jack would come strolling around the corner--
"Can you walk a bit? I think we should go inside the T-- the box. No one'll see you there."