WHO Donna Noble & you. WHAT Arriving to a very different sort of library. WHEN Sat Oct. 15th, mid morning. WHERE Outside of the Abigail Winters Library.
The last thing that Donna Noble recalled was being shoved onto a teleport pad and the Doctor pressing the button to send her back to the TARDIS. Oh, she'd been so mad at him. The Doctor, once again telling her what to do and not giving her a real chance to argue back to him. He was going to get a piece of her mind when she saw him---
That was her last truly coherent thought before she landed with a rather large thud, face first in the grass. Oh, brilliant. This was just brilliant. A face full of dirt and grass was always what a girl wanted to be faced with, literally. He told her he'd send her back to the TARDIS, make sure she was all 'safe', whatever that meant when you were traveling around with an spectacle wearing alien man with a blue box. Donna should've known better, runnin' off with him. She always knew she'd end up face down in the grass one day.
... Alright, maybe she didn't. Maybe she was mad that he'd botched up her teleport and landed her... somewhere. Donna pushed herself up, rolling over so that she was properly sitting up, her hands stretched out behind her and her legs infront of her.
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." The sign across the boring street from her read The Abigail Winters Library, but the only word that Donna really focused was Library. What? Was she some sort of inter-library loan gone awry? She wondered briefly if the Doctor had told her a tale when he told her a year ago that the nano huon particle whatevers were gone. If she wound up getting discovered and picked up like a souvenir by some other alien man, oh, there was going to be a fit.
"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to bloody kill that man," She griped, under her breath, pushing herself up from the grass and wiping away any dirt that might have stuck to the bum of her trousers. "From one library to another... brilliant plan. Absolutely brilliant."