Doctor? Spaceman? Where the hell are you?” Donna says, calling with frustration for the Doctor. He’d just up and disappeared on her. That Time Lord backside of his was in a world of trouble with her right now.
Donna frowns, shaking her head as she looks ‘round corner for him. She turns around…
Come on Sammy, where are you?
Dean was staring at his phone in a similarly distracted manner, expecting a call from his brother who seemed to have decided that the 2 hour check-in wasn’t necessary. When he crashed in to Donna an apology began to form on his lips but was interrupted by the brief explosion of a harsh, British…London? accent from the red-head. Again, forming another reply, he’s interrupted and smiles, tilting his head a little.
She surprises him again by patting him on the arm and calling him sweetheart. That’s new.
“Um, hi. I’m-” He almost gave his real name when he realised that he was supposed to be in FBI agent mode, “Agent Geddy, Lee Geddy.” Phew, nice save. “Are you lost, Donna?”
Not that he could give her directions, he’d been in town all of 4 hours and the only place he’d been was the morgue.
The smile on Donna’s lips grows as he releases his name and a fantastic smile. She hadn’t seen a man like him in a while; too long actually. It was mostly skinny aliens and tight jackets.
“No I’m not lost, actually… I’ve just lost my friend. Well, he’s gotten himself lost and he’s up and disappeared. Left me here with his bloody box and-” She stops speaking, shaking her head at the man, at Lee. He wouldn’t understand, she better not get into anymore detail about her alien friend then she already had. “You haven’t sen him, have you? Tall? Skinny as a rat, brown hair?”
“Where am I exactly? Not where, when. It’s not 1930, is it?” Donna analyses the man’s clothing and shakes her head; definitely not 1930, “‘Course its not. ‘Course he didn’t we’re not at the right place. Just wanted me to look bonkers.”
She looks up at him, clearly frustrated and annoyed, “I do look crazy, don’t I?” She breaks out into that smile once again; she shouldn’t let that spaceman of hers get her wound up so much. He was fine; probably. He better be.
“How about you, then? You look like you’re just wondering about, lost.”