The Man Who Regrets : Doctor Who [1] ✓

22 : Planet of Ice and Snow

The red-headed woman from what feels like years ago to Violet drops her car keys into the same bin the Doctor threw his pen into earlier that day. The Half Time Lord watches with a strange sense of deja vu as Donna goes over to some people by the police barriers and speaks to a blonde girl.

Donna leaves the blonde and walks towards Violet, marching into the TARDIS. Just as the Australian girl goes to do the same, the blonde turns around to face her. Violet’s stomach drops and tears fill her eyes, hands coming up to cover her mouth as the blonde smiles at Violet. It’s Rose Tyler. She walks away and disappears, making Violet blink several times before turning and heading into the TARDIS, deciding not to tell the Doctor.

“Off we go, then,” Donna says.

“Here it is. The TARDIS,” the Doctor marvels dramatically. “It’s bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.”

“Oh, I know that bit. Although frankly, you could turn the heating up.”

Violet laughs. She’s missed having this sassy woman around.

“So, whole wide universe, where do you want to go?” the Doctor asks.

“Oh, I know exactly the place.”

“Which is?”

“Two and a half miles that way.”

Violet smiles when she sees that Wilfred is packing up for the night, stopping when he sees the TARDIS flying nearby. He looks through his telescope and sees Donna waving from the TARDIS door. The Doctor and Violet wave to the older man too. After that, they fly away into space and time, with no specific destination in mind.

The TARDIS is rocking back and forth in flight for a few moments before the Doctor and Violet stop it.

He turns to Donna with a grin. “Set the controls to random. Mystery tour. Outside that door could be any planet, anywhere, anywhen in the whole wide u- Are you alright?”

“Terrified,” the sassy Brit retorts. “I mean, history’s one thing but an alien planet?”

“I could always take you home.”

“Yeah, don’t laugh at me.”

“I know what it’s like. Everything you’re feeling right now. The fear, the joy, the wonder? I get that.”

“Same here,” Violet agrees, pulling on a Riverdale hoodie that she convinced the Doctor to let her go back to her time and get. “It never goes away.”

“Seriously?” Donna asks. “After all this time?”

“Yeah,” the Doctor replies with a smile. “Why do you think I keep going?”

“Oh. All right then, you and me both. This is barmy. I was born in Chiswick. I’ve only ever had package holidays. Now I’m here. This is so… I mean it’s… I don’t know, it’s all sort of… I don’t even know what the word is.” Donna goes outside. “Oh, I’ve got the word. Freezing.”

Violet rushes out and cries with glee, dropping to the ground and making a snow angel like the child she is. She sits up a moment later and grins, snow clinging to her hair and clothes.

The Doctor steps out. “Snow! Oh, real snow. Proper snow at last. That’s more like it. Lovely. What do you think?”

“Bit cold,” Donna says shortly.

“Look at that view.”

Massive icicles hang from bridges of rock over vast ravines.

“Yep. Beautiful, cold view.”

“Millions of planets, millions of galaxies, and we’re on this one. Molto bene. Bellissimo, says Donna, born in Chiswick. All you’ve got is a life of work and sleep, and telly and rent and tax and takeaway dinners, all birthdays and Christmases and two weeks holiday a year, and then you end up here. Donna Noble, citizen of the Earth, standing on a different planet. How about that Donna?”

Donna has disappeared.

“Donna?”

Donna comes out of the Tardis in a big fur coat with a hood. “Sorry, you were saying?”

Violet laughs and lets the Doctor pull her up from the snow, standing close to him and soaking up his body heat.

“Better?” the Time Lord asks.

The human gives him a sassy look. “Lovely, thanks.”

“Comfy?”

“Yep.”

“Can you hear anything inside that?”

“Pardon?”

“All right, I was saying, citizen of the Earth…”

A space rocket glides slowly above them.

“Rocket.” Donna stares at it in wonder. “Blimey, a real proper rocket. Now that’s what I call a spaceship.”

Violet laughs at the Doctor’s wounded expression.

“You’ve got a box, he’s got a Ferrari. Come on, let’s go see where he’s going.”

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