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“It’s… a very real possibility, yeah,” the Doctor said. Blimey this was a bit confusing. Even for him. Two Donnas- one that was somehow a Time Lady and the other that didn’t even give the TARDIS just down her street a second glance. Not that he was sure that meant anything, but it was a bit strange.
Oh my God… *Donna looks from her house to the Doctor. Part of her wants so desperately to run up to the house, bang on the door and demand to know what’s going on—but if that woman…Donna…if she’s human, and if she still can’t remember, then the last thing they should do is go anywhere near her. Especially if the Doctor doesn’t know what’s happened yet.* We can’t even talk to her—we can’t even try.
*She knows it isn’t the Doctor’s fault, she knows that he understands even less than she does right now—but some small part of her, growing more dominant by the minute, wants to blame him for everything. The metacrisis, whatever had happened to her now—she can’t even walk up to her own house.* Damn! *Her hand flies over her mouth, and she shudders.* I…I don’t know what to do, Doctor. I really don’t know what to do.
“I might be a good idea to, actually,” the Doctor said- not a clue as to why Donna didn’t want to at least see why the other Donna. “She might know something we don’t. Worth a shot at least.” He started to walk towards Donna’s home, hoping for answers.
Wha—no, Doctor! *Donna grabs his arm, stepping in front of him and turning to face him.* No, you can’t go anywhere near her. Neither can I, have you got that? And it’s your own damn fault that we can’t, as well. *It’s out before she can stop herself, and she clamps her mouth shut, determined not to say more. She tries to remind herself that he doesn’t know any better, but the look in her eyes is venomous.*
The Doctor steps back from Donna, quirking an eyebrow. Apparently the other Donna isn’t the only one who might know more than him at this point. “My fault?” he asks, confused and at the same time worried. “How d’you mean?”
*All of it’s coming for him, all of it that has to happen. And all of it’s still coming for his Donna. She grits her teeth, standing her ground.* Spoilers, Doctor. That’s it, isn’t it? It’s your fault, because it just is. *She scowls before turning back to the house with desperation in her eyes. Shaun…God, how is she supposed to—she swallows, breathing quickly.* Doctor, we just can’t. You and I, we can’t ever talk to her. Or Shaun. *She keeps herself facing away from the Doctor, trying to blink away tears without him noticing.*
