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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

Donna walked home from work, sighing. She and Rose had worked on the robot last night, with little progress- she still had no idea where it came from or why- and she was frustrated. She was tired of looking for answers, she was tired of no one else seeming as concerned, and she was completely sick and tired of looking for that stupid alien Doctor. She still couldn't believe she'd met Rose Tyler, the woman she'd heard so much of, the woman he'd loved and lost. And now she was looking for a flat with Martha before Tom, Martha before she was a soldier, and she'd met that Amy Pond girl who had no idea who she was, and Death's granddaughter, and she just wanted to go home. She wanted her spaceman to some and get her and babble about all the places they'd go, and she was tired of losing him. It was his stupid fault, for trying to teleport her away instead of letting her stay and help him.

She got within a block of her temporary home and- what was that man doing? Some drunk, probably, but it made her nervous, after that robot. She walked closer, nervous. Wait- was it- finally? "Doctor? DOCTOR!" she cried, running to him.