rp - open to laser-not-sonic.
It's been a few days (weeks? hours? difficult to tell...) since Donna Noble's met the man only referred to as 'The Master.'
The Master. What kind of name that was she has still to figure out...
And it's been a few days since she's been promised her memories back. Of all the people she's come across, he's been the only one who claims she isn't crazy and that he knows exactly what needs to be done to sort her head out, restore the memories from the past few months - or has it been a year or maybe even longer? The ones this Doctor-person has supposedly taken away from her.
Letting out a small sigh, she rests her chin in a hand and idly stirs the contents of the tea cup in front of her with the other.
There's something about him that rubs her the wrong way, but she just can't put her finger on it...
The Master. What kind of name that was she has still to figure out...
And it's been a few days since she's been promised her memories back. Of all the people she's come across, he's been the only one who claims she isn't crazy and that he knows exactly what needs to be done to sort her head out, restore the memories from the past few months - or has it been a year or maybe even longer? The ones this Doctor-person has supposedly taken away from her.
Letting out a small sigh, she rests her chin in a hand and idly stirs the contents of the tea cup in front of her with the other.
There's something about him that rubs her the wrong way, but she just can't put her finger on it...