Well, no one knows how they’re gonna be remembered. We can only hope for the best. Maybe that’s what kept her writing. The same thing that keeps me travelling.

The Doctor Goes to Sabre Industries

“We’re about pyramids here, not little blue boxes.”

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it.
Look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it,
The TARDIS connection.
The Time Lords, the aliens, and me.

Doctor Who, when in London, liked Christmas a lot…
He made a point to celebrate, and snow, he brought.
The Doctor loved Christmas! The whole Christmas season!
Loved crackers and fires, even when it was freezin’!
He got his companions fun presents from space.
Made them wear paper crowns, no matter the place.
Ten wore a crown, Eleven had one, too.
And Christmas was fun, and that was a fact.

You just want to mate? Well, it’s not the best offer I’ve had, but it’s not the worst. Let’s go.

His phone rings, shattering the silence of the TARDIS. It’s always unexpected when his phone rings, but especially coming from the number that’s currently on the display. He taps the phone thoughtfully with his finger before answering.

“Hello?” he says cautiously, because he’s never heard an exploding brain over the phone before and he’s sure that he doesn’t want to hear it now.

“Doctor, it’s me, Donna. You do remember me, don’t you? I didn’t erase your memories or anything before you erased mine?” Her voice is just as he remembered it. There is no bitterness in her tone, just the light-hearted ribbing that followed them through their adventures together.

“What?” is all he can bring himself to say and she lets out a deep chuckle, a call-back to their first meeting.

“Time lord intelligence. Not so hard to figure out how to bypass the metacrisis once I remembered that it existed in the first place - we’ll be talking about that, don’t you worry. Just had to reroute some wires in the toaster and Mum’s not too pleased about what I had to do to the car, but Gramps is ecstatic. He wants you to come over for tea.”

“I’d love it,” he says and is already firing up the TARDIS before he’s hung up the phone. 

TV: We’re stuck. All of space and time, he promised me. Now I’ve got a job in a shop, I’ve got to support him!

Donna laughs at the screen, though she’s not sure why. Somehow she stumbled on a hidden special feature and she’s not sure what the point is, but it is interesting all the same, and something at the back of her mind itches a little, forgotten neurons flaring, reminding her of something she can’t quite put her finger on. Sylvia starts from her chair where she was dozing and launches herself towards the remote. “What is this? What are you watching? I thought we’d catch a little X-Factor before bed.” Donna blinks, the DVD player is off and all memory of the strange man and his companion are forgotten. 

It’s a funny old life, in the TARDIS