On the beach
It's been a funny old week.
I find myself in Norway, which it lovely, stunning really. It took us a while to get here, we stopped off on the way every so often - Bernie isn't as reliable as he used to be - and took in the sights.
It's like another world here. Undulating, breathtaking, raw and ancient, barren in more places than you can imagine.
This time last year I was a mess. I had had enough. I had lost everyone I had cared about. I was alone, abandoned, a strange person in a strange world.
How could I have been so blind? Look at this place, it's stunning and I am here with my dearest of friends. The closest family. Or at least... I was.
It seems now it is Rose's turn for escape.
I had to remind the Doctor of what happened when he chased after me, of his responsibilities, of the reason he is here.
He has a son and is being a good father. But even I can see that sad abamdon in his smile. I am his friend, but I am not enough. I keep waking up and expecting him to be gone, to have strapped up Sam in his carrier and jumped off the high beam.
Or wherever Rose went.
The Doctor tried to explain, we have talked about this place - not in depth - before. Now I have learned so much more.
I took a walk on the beach today, wallowed it's vast coolness, the wonderful peace of it. Christmas, India, the adventures we have had, all seem so far away. And then there he was, that Odd....Ood.
He did not speak, but I could hear him.
"Hello." I say, trying to be nice, friendly, not prod and poke the thing. I prod and poke the thing. My finger travels right through him. I'm not stupid, I realise quickly this is an illusion; that my satellite head (or whatever it is) is picking up something.
"So ... you want the Doctor or something, he's in the hotel...I could you know go and get him..."
"No we are looking for you."
"Me!" I spit. "What the blitherin' hell do you want with me."
"It is coming to an end." Says the Ood, laying on more than a tonne of mysterious for my liking, but he seems well intentioned.
"What is?" I ask.
"Time." He said.
"Well that's a bit shit." I respond.
The Ood doesn't seem to know what to do with this.
"You are gone. For us. For him. He needs another, someone who he will listen to, to help him. You must stop him from reaching the gate."
"Who? Seriously you're going to have to just come out with it, do you know how cold it is. I'm in bloomin' Norway...in December."
I thought I could see him smile...if tenticles could smile.
"We have been reaching, across time, across space, across the void, trying to find another, someone who might stop the dreams. Will you come?"
He held out his hand. I think of the Doctor in the hotel, of the little baby, of how I can't abandon my friend.
"Who needs help?" I ask, not entirely sure what I can do about dreams.
"The Doctor, Donna, friend." He answers, out of all this I decide that this poor Ood is a bit mad.
"Yeah cause the Doctor's here, and I....ooohhhh...." It came to me, "You mean the other one."
He nodded.
"Nah, ta." I tell him, "He's got Rose."
The Ood looks at me with strange eyes.
"Then... We are too late." He says. "We are sorry Donna."
And in a poof of wind, he is gone.
I find myself in Norway, which it lovely, stunning really. It took us a while to get here, we stopped off on the way every so often - Bernie isn't as reliable as he used to be - and took in the sights.
It's like another world here. Undulating, breathtaking, raw and ancient, barren in more places than you can imagine.
This time last year I was a mess. I had had enough. I had lost everyone I had cared about. I was alone, abandoned, a strange person in a strange world.
How could I have been so blind? Look at this place, it's stunning and I am here with my dearest of friends. The closest family. Or at least... I was.
It seems now it is Rose's turn for escape.
I had to remind the Doctor of what happened when he chased after me, of his responsibilities, of the reason he is here.
He has a son and is being a good father. But even I can see that sad abamdon in his smile. I am his friend, but I am not enough. I keep waking up and expecting him to be gone, to have strapped up Sam in his carrier and jumped off the high beam.
Or wherever Rose went.
The Doctor tried to explain, we have talked about this place - not in depth - before. Now I have learned so much more.
I took a walk on the beach today, wallowed it's vast coolness, the wonderful peace of it. Christmas, India, the adventures we have had, all seem so far away. And then there he was, that Odd....Ood.
He did not speak, but I could hear him.
"Hello." I say, trying to be nice, friendly, not prod and poke the thing. I prod and poke the thing. My finger travels right through him. I'm not stupid, I realise quickly this is an illusion; that my satellite head (or whatever it is) is picking up something.
"So ... you want the Doctor or something, he's in the hotel...I could you know go and get him..."
"No we are looking for you."
"Me!" I spit. "What the blitherin' hell do you want with me."
"It is coming to an end." Says the Ood, laying on more than a tonne of mysterious for my liking, but he seems well intentioned.
"What is?" I ask.
"Time." He said.
"Well that's a bit shit." I respond.
The Ood doesn't seem to know what to do with this.
"You are gone. For us. For him. He needs another, someone who he will listen to, to help him. You must stop him from reaching the gate."
"Who? Seriously you're going to have to just come out with it, do you know how cold it is. I'm in bloomin' Norway...in December."
I thought I could see him smile...if tenticles could smile.
"We have been reaching, across time, across space, across the void, trying to find another, someone who might stop the dreams. Will you come?"
He held out his hand. I think of the Doctor in the hotel, of the little baby, of how I can't abandon my friend.
"Who needs help?" I ask, not entirely sure what I can do about dreams.
"The Doctor, Donna, friend." He answers, out of all this I decide that this poor Ood is a bit mad.
"Yeah cause the Doctor's here, and I....ooohhhh...." It came to me, "You mean the other one."
He nodded.
"Nah, ta." I tell him, "He's got Rose."
The Ood looks at me with strange eyes.
"Then... We are too late." He says. "We are sorry Donna."
And in a poof of wind, he is gone.