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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

"It is! I mean, I temp all the time in Chiswick, but here it's all I can do. My friend Martha, she's a doctor at home and she's useless in an office, I'm not sure what we're going to do with her." She couldn't imagine being stranded in New York with no money and no Welcome Center. That was awful.

"Yes." She avoided Rose's eyes awkwardly. "He's fine, he's grand, he's- well, he's the Doctor, you know. He's uhm- apparently there's also another version running about that's after either of us, so I suppose he's done very well for himself. He's got this woman with him, and her husband- the husband isn't here right now, I think. But he's alright." She fiddled with the robot, not looking up. She couldn't exactly tell Rose that the Doctor talked about her all the time- how he missed her, how he'd lost her. That was definitely breaking some big rules.