Donna stirs her tea, but she’s not drinking. "So I helped save the world from a giant spider, saw the creation of the Earth, had the opportunity to join this chap on a smashing adventure, and then decided not to go."
“Why not?” Susan asks. She should not be surprised that there other things besides Wardrobes in this world that are bigger on the inside than on the outside. Still, it is strange to be hearing all this coming from Donna.
“This man, The Doctor…”
“Doctor who?”
“Just The Doctor.”
“Oh,” Susan says, now understanding. “One of those where you can hear the capitalization in the name.”
“Yes, exactly.” Donna gives up on her tea and flings it into the bin. From her bag she takes out a couple of the weekly rags. Mrs. PM Adopts Alien Baby! Where Have The Bees Gone?
“He is mad.”
“Who?” Susan asks. “The Doctor?” This time she adds correct capitalization.
“Yes. He’s thin as an envelope and very dangerous in that 'hullo, I'm utterly mad! Want to come on an adventure and get into trouble with me?'"
Donna began paging through a rag. She was not reading it, but was looking for the lurid headlines and circling them with a purple pen.
"Adventures can be frightening," Susan muses. "And it does hurt, a great deal, when they end."
Donna frowns, hand over the headline Peterborough Woman Claims To Be Werewolf and circles it as well. "So you think I made the right decision?"
"No, not at all. I think you should hunt this Doctor down, find him, and tell him you have changed your mind."
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Donna stirs her tea, but she’s not drinking. "So I helped save the world from a giant spider, saw the creation of the Earth, had the opportunity to join this chap on a smashing adventure, and then decided not to go."
“Why not?” Susan asks. She should not be surprised that there other things besides Wardrobes in this world that are bigger on the inside than on the outside. Still, it is strange to be hearing all this coming from Donna.
“This man, The Doctor…”
“Doctor who?”
“Just The Doctor.”
“Oh,” Susan says, now understanding. “One of those where you can hear the capitalization in the name.”
“Yes, exactly.” Donna gives up on her tea and flings it into the bin. From her bag she takes out a couple of the weekly rags. Mrs. PM Adopts Alien Baby! Where Have The Bees Gone?
“He is mad.”
“Who?” Susan asks. “The Doctor?” This time she adds correct capitalization.
“Yes. He’s thin as an envelope and very dangerous in that 'hullo, I'm utterly mad! Want to come on an adventure and get into trouble with me?'"
Donna began paging through a rag. She was not reading it, but was looking for the lurid headlines and circling them with a purple pen.
"Adventures can be frightening," Susan muses. "And it does hurt, a great deal, when they end."
Donna frowns, hand over the headline Peterborough Woman Claims To Be Werewolf and circles it as well. "So you think I made the right decision?"
"No, not at all. I think you should hunt this Doctor down, find him, and tell him you have changed your mind."