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As they stood in the school car park, the biting, snowy wind reminded Donna of the old days on the Ood-sphere. Warm and dry inside the hall, Sylvia, Wilf and Rose, still in her flapper costume, waited for Shaun and the car.
Blank-faced, the Doctor and Donna stared out into the darkness.
“That was…” his words tapered off as he failed to find anything positive to say about the school play.
“Yeah,” Donna agreed. “You know we talked about tact? Now would be a great time to practice.”
He swallowed.
“Not even...?”
Donna scowled.
“Just…”
Her eyebrows rose, and he surrendered.
There were some fights even a Time Lord couldn’t win.