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pinkandyellow (pinkandyellow) wrote in silverage,

As interesting as the French dressed robot sounded, Rose wasn't sure she would be able to do that much to help Donna. Still, the whole thing sounded more entertaining than anything Rose could come up with on her own. And besides, she kind of wanted to meet Donna. The woman knew her. Or of her, anyway. Which was odd, yes. And a bit worrying. She was from the future. Her future. So she probably knew things. Things Rose herself didn't know, or wouldn't know, and it all made her wonder why they had never met if she really did know so much about her.

Which, Rose finally concluded as she arrived in front of the Welcome Center, was all just her being ridiculous. She couldn't think about stuff like that. It would drive her mad. That is, if 1964 didn't do it first. So she swallowed her doubts and set about finding Donna. A few wrong turns, which was mostly her getting distracted by the desire to explore, and she finally found the correct room.

“Hi,” greeted Rose once the door opened “Er – are you Donna?”