Woppy42

When they touch me, something in them dies. The real Donna, the one that wasn't concerned about who dated whom and what brand of biscuit went best with tea, but rather who lived, who died, and who went free--she died. A young waitress on a doomed ship, whose life I had only touched for a few brief hours--she went out like a star, burning brilliantly, outshining all her companions. But, as a star must, she died. After being thrown by the Weeping Angles in 1969, caring for my weak human body while aliens hunted us, and traveling the world while the Master reigned for a forgotten year--the innocence in Martha died. And to an entire universe,