I HATE IT I HATE IT BURN IT DOWN
“What's in your bonnet?” asked Donna. The Doctor's voice had been loud in her head, drowning out her thoughts. That rarely happened, unless he was really angry. Or afraid.
He wasn't responding to her though. His eyes were gazing up at the city, and he looked like he was about to barf.
The city was beautiful. The sky
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