Donna Noble (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} illhaveasalute) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} silverage, |
Donna materialized, angry words on the tip of her tongue. "Doctor," she said, "I'm going to kill you." She opened the door in front of her angrily and began to run out when she realized where she was. This was not the TARDIS. Not even a little bit. This was...this was a toilet. A public toilet. A posh toilet, yeah, but still. And there was a man in the corner looking at her like she had two heads. And urinals. So a men's room, then. Oh, excellent, she thought, he got it wrong again.
Giving the man in the corner an awkward smile and nod, she stepped out into a red room filled with scantily clad women in bunny ears and businessmen, a piano player in the corner. Oh, that stupid alien had really got it wrong this time. Worse than usual, even. Where the hell was this place? She sunk into a booth, trying to decide the best course of action.