"Tell me about it," Martha laughed, glad Donna was making an effort. "Not that being stranded with the Doctor is a picnic either! When we were in London in 1969, he had this perpetual frown on and wanted to know why we couldn't have nice things!"
She frowned, "So this Welcome Center, it's for people like us? I go there, everyone else here will know I don't belong?"
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