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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

"Tom- your husband? Angels? What?" Donna shook her head, frowning. "Not with you, then. Guess he's still out there somewhere." She laughed, a harsh bark. "Rose? Oh, god no. No, thank you! I'm Donna. Donna Noble? Oooh," she said, realizing, "2007. I'm 2008." Well, fuck. I hate this. I want to find one person, just one who knows who the hell I am. "Never mind all that. That I just said. It's- well, you know, time travel, it's complicated." Election day. That must mean- well, she's still with the Doctor, I know that much.

Donna sighed- again. She was doing a lot of that these days. "Look, you're in 1964 New York City. And no, there's no getting out. We're not alone, lots of other people are stuck- the other day I met a Death's granddaughter from another universe. Susan. She's quite nice, actually. There is a version of the Doctor here, but he's just as hard to track down as ever- I haven't met him yet."

"You can come stay at the Welcome Center with me, it was built for this- all sorts of unexpected, unusual people showing up these days. You've got to trust me though- I promise I'm not a crazy person, I used to travel with the Doctor until I got caught about a week ago." Donna smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way.