Of Black Smoke and Monsters ♦ with go_downswinging & likely_evil
It had been two months since Donna had said goodbye to Dean outside of the motel in the back of beyond after they had laid a vengeful spirit to rest. Two months, and she was still no closer to finding the Doctor. It was almost as though he'd disappeared from reality. A thought that scared her to the core.
She had invested in a laptop and had been looking into a number of weird and bizarre things. Mostly conspiracy theories. After all, wherever there was trouble, there was likely to be the Doctor. And it had worked the last time she had tried to find him. Of course, it had taken her a year of searching and investigating to do it.
Her latest investigations had led her to Woodruff, Utah, but it was like nothing she had ever seen before. She debated for some time whether or not to try calling Dean. She had found herself often wanting to call him, but always chickened out. But now, she wasn't sure what choice she had. Eventually she gathered the nerve to dial the number he had left her with. She half expected it to be a dead number, after all, Dean seemed the sort of guy to change his number regularly. But it rang and she got the voice mail of one 'Erik Turner', yet even with the fake name she totally recognised the voice.
"... Dean, it's Donna - I don't know if you remember me but I could really use your help." She paused for a second, biting on her bottom lip before continuing. "Do you know anything about black smoke monsters? Call me..."
She had invested in a laptop and had been looking into a number of weird and bizarre things. Mostly conspiracy theories. After all, wherever there was trouble, there was likely to be the Doctor. And it had worked the last time she had tried to find him. Of course, it had taken her a year of searching and investigating to do it.
Her latest investigations had led her to Woodruff, Utah, but it was like nothing she had ever seen before. She debated for some time whether or not to try calling Dean. She had found herself often wanting to call him, but always chickened out. But now, she wasn't sure what choice she had. Eventually she gathered the nerve to dial the number he had left her with. She half expected it to be a dead number, after all, Dean seemed the sort of guy to change his number regularly. But it rang and she got the voice mail of one 'Erik Turner', yet even with the fake name she totally recognised the voice.
"... Dean, it's Donna - I don't know if you remember me but I could really use your help." She paused for a second, biting on her bottom lip before continuing. "Do you know anything about black smoke monsters? Call me..."