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Donna Noble (illhaveasalute) wrote in silverage,

Donna stopped short for a moment when he started to run, frowning. Then she picked up speed, cursing her heels. "Doctor! Doctor, wait, stop! Doctor, please!" She continued to shout as she chased him around the corner. Why would he run from her? What had she done, what had happened to him to make him stumble like that? "Doctor, please stop, it's me! It's Donna!" Where was he even going?

She followed him into the alley, hoping not to lose him, after she'd finally found him. Panting, she stopped for a moment, bracing herself against the wall. "Oi! Spaceman! What the hell is your problem?" Donna had a bit of a temper, and that stupid alien kept running from her, and she'd been looking for him for the last month, and she was tired. "You dunce, I've been looking for you everywhere and now you're gonna run from me?" She continued down the alley, walking quickly- she hated these stupid heels, she'd rather be in her trainers but that wouldn't work in 1964.