Donna couldn’t sleep. Too many adventures in one week should’ve had her snoring, but there she was, wide awake under her duvet.
A faint echo reached her ears. It was odd to hear anything when the TARDIS knew Donna needed rest, so she took it as a reason to question it.
“What’s going on, girl?” she asked softly.
The TARDIS had kindly
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COME ON, MOFFY-POO!!! PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASE???
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