"Well, surely we can find something- they've got these bulletin boards that instantly post whatever you're saying, or people's replies; it's a bit like the internet. I can run inside, just in there in the Center and use that to ask, I'm sure to get a reply in less than twenty-three hours!" She bit her lip, shaking her head, "Please don't die of radiation, I promise I'll get help, alright? I'm sorry I'm not a bloody Time Lord but surely there's something I can do?"
She whirled around at his mention of the phone- "Right, let me grab it-" Donna scrambled up off the floor and reached about on the console, searching until she- "Got it! Doctor here, here you go."