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Who: Donna Noble and Albert Calavicci
Where: Egypt, outside the Cairo Opera House
When: Saturday, August 17th, 2007 at 7:33 PM ( Read more... )

Donna's latest job, though surpassingly dull, was quite a step up from her previous position in a factory that made piano keys and had smelled oddly of a funeral parlour ( Read more... )

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Her day, like the entire week leading up to it, had been a hectic one, and Donna was exhausted. She popped by her mum's to pick up a few things she'd left behind, and by the time she arrived home to the new flat, she was ready to keel over. "Doctor?" she called wearily, tossing her bag onto the catchall table inside the door and dropping the box of ( Read more... )

"What's wrong with you?" she snaps at herself. She's driving away from her mates, a gorgeous spa, and a whole weekend's worth of shopping - not to mention the bloke she met the night before who'd seemed very interested in seeing her again. And for what? That weird tension in the back of her brain that no amount of Swedish massage therapy could cure ( Read more... )

Donna window shops on her way back to the Mercure, but even the sales can't tempt her; she's feeling worn out despite the strong, bitter coffee and wishing she had time for a nap before dinner. It's a relief when the doorman opens the door to the hotel for her and she sags against the wall of the lift. She chalks the exhaustion up to her collapse ( Read more... )

Donna leaves the hotel feeling a mix of worry and relief. She doesn't know the way really, but by following the foot traffic, she soon wanders onto the Plass. She was a bit hard on the place the day before - sure it's a great, gaudy thing, but it's also rather impressive. And the fact that hidden somewhere below it lies a secret organization that ( Read more... )

Donna is slow to wake; her dreams were dark and forbidding and they cling to her mind like smoke. Finally, she stretches and opens her eyes, surprised as always to see the Doctor. She sits up, rubbing her eyes. "Morning," she murmurs sleepily. "Been up long?" She knows he sleeps lightly and not half as long as she does, and it worries her in a ( Read more... )

Things have not been going Donna's way today (well, she thinks, things haven't been going well for about twenty years, but this just wasn't the time for that little saga). She'd gotten a flat on the M4 (which, why wasn't is as easy to change a tire as they made it look on television?), was three hours late to work and about fifty pounds poorer, too ( Read more... )