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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

"No, no, I don't think I'd better tell you. He wasn't your husband yet, when I'd met you. It's probably not allowed." Donna hated these sorts of things. It was Pompeii all over again- well, marriage was probably less dramatic than the Romans discovering volcanoes, yes. But still! "No, not any version of New York. Probably knew I'd just make him go shopping." Donna laughed, thinking about her best friend.

"Nope, no getting out. Even for those who don't travel by police box. Susan is from a very, very different place. And apparently her grandfather- he's sort of like the Grim Reaper, from what I can understand?" She set her mouth into a firm line. "I hope you're right. Never met a trap he couldn't get out of, but still..." she trailed off.

"I'm afraid it's much the same. It's like...1964 New York, only there are all these people who don't belong, who are from the future, or another planet, or another universe completely? I'm not positive. Point is, we're stuck for the time. Well, we'd best get moving. C'mon, I'll get you sorted. How's your typing?"