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She should be in the box. The bloody box that is bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. The box that had trapped her inside, which she had not appreciated in the least. ... or is she still in the TARDIS? That thought does catch her up for a moment, as there is no way he has a whole village in his TARDIS, is there? "No bloody way..."

In typical Donna fashion, it has drawn her up right to a stop where she stands, not mindful at all that others might be around. But no. No. There is no way he has a village inside... Or maybe he does? She shakes her head though, as it isn't going to help her. "Oh, great. Now you're going to start talking to yourself Donna, only you can't give yourself the answers. I'm going to smack that dunce when I get my hands on him."

And as it happens, she does turn, moving in the direction that he is in.

Well. That's his Donna. Drawn to him like a magnet. Even when it's better for her that she doesn't. So. Now he has to act. But how can he possibly act around her when she always saw through every bit of him. Or worse, when he wore a face that was partly her fault?

Hummm... Well, he could pretend to be Caecilius.

"I always found talking to yourself as a way to keep sane."

He thinks to himself: Good one, Doctor, because that doesn't sound like you at all.

The voice does take a moment to register, although considering everything that had happened, it does sink in pretty quickly. She knows what it is that the Doctor has to do, the choice that had to be made, but as she had pointed out, saving just one person... One family...

"Caecilius?" She hasn't expected to see him again... "But, what are you doing here? How are you here? Is your family here?"

He grins, but it's false somehow. "I... I don't know. But, just me, I'm afraid. Still, wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for you and that Doctor and that ship that was so large on the inside."

Well, two out of three isn't bad. He knows he really didn't have anything to do with it.

"And the clothes?" Because they are different, very different, from what she has last seen him in. More modern, obviously, and she finds herself regarding him. Appearance wise, otherwise, he looks the same, although there's something she just can't put her finger on.

"Oh these?" Well, the Doctor's never worried about that before. And so he has no idea how to answer.

"Well, after you dropped us off in Rome, things got a lot better for us and I never quite forgot the way Doctor Spartacus dressed."

He hopes his 'making it up skills' are working well enough, or he's in trouble. He offers a grin to cover up his fears.

But... there's one more clue, if Donna should notice it. His clapping hand. It's always going in a steady but calm rhythm.

She might not be a historian, but she's not completely daft. Not that they ran around wearing leaves over their private parts, but that clothing is certainly not from that time period. That dubious expression only grows. "So you decided to dress like a skinny bean pole instead?"

Nope. Not buying it. "Care you try again, with something more believable?"

He shrugs and offers a grin.

"No idea. It's how I was dressed when I got here."

Not a lie. One hundred percent true. Just not saying who he really is just yet. Just in case.

"So... You showed up naked or you showed up in strange clothes?" She does give a glance down at her own attire, but it is exactly as she last recalls it, which is why she does turn back to him, curious as to his answer.

He tilts his head to consider her, then glances between them.

"Showed up in strange clothes."

But it might have sounded more like a question. Well, showed up strange, anyway.

"... are you just saying what you expect I want to hear?" Because there is something very fishy about all of this. She can't say that they had been bosom buddies before, but he seems... off.

"That depends, Daughter of London, is it working?"

Because yeah, this is just how the Doctor rolls now. And that hand-clapping is still going on...

"No..." Because it wasn't, and- "No." Because what is happening, and- "No."

Just no.

"That's a lot of 'nos'... I don't know how to help you."

Which is a lie. But he's afraid to tell her who he is beyond this.

She could point out that know is a no as well, just not a real no, but she makes an exasperated noise instead. "I don't know how to help me."

"I don't know how to help me either. But, since none of my family or other friends are here..."

He offers a small shrug. A gesture that might actually seem familiar to Donna.

"Maybe we could discover it together."

She's still not certain. There's something that she's missing, something she can't quite put her finger on. His answers are okay, but they're not... She hadn't known him too well before she had convinced the Doctor to save just one family, but still... "You've changed."

"Well seeing one's town destroyed, moving, and starting over tends to do that."

Doesn't matter who he is, that's simple truth.

"It's more than that." Or that is her guess anyway. There are some things that pass Donna completely by, but there are other things that she is quick on the draw about.

The Doctor would say that Donna is always brilliant. And he doesn't use that word as flippantly now.

"That is pretty much always what it is to me. Why do you think it's more?"

Obviously, he's not saying she's wrong.

"You're less-" A wave of her hands, and followed by another motion with her hands. "And more-"

And, oh, forget it! "Come on, if you're coming. Let's go see what's about. There has to be something."

And that brings out a proper grin, because...

"I have missed you, Donna Noble."

And there might be a tone of familiarity there that Caecilius never had with Donna (and never would, no offense). But more than that it would sound rightly proper if it came out of a mouth with an Estuary accent rather than a Scottish one.

"Pick a direction, any direction."

And yes, the hand clapping is still happening.

It is. It is far too familiar, something that Caecilius has never been. Thankful, yes, but never less than what Donna would consider stuffy. Different time periods, and all.

She ends up picking the route that takes them a bit further in to a populate area. Her brain is turning, thinking, although in the end she ends up just blurting it out. "You're not Caecilius, are you? So the question is, who are you, and why are you wearing his face? If you want something, I don't have anything. My mum will tell you to keep me if you're looking for a ransom."

The Doctor gladly followed Donna wherever she was going. He was just happy to have her by his side again. But then she... blurts out all of her questions. And he's dumbfounded for a long moment.

"I'll answer your questions, if you answer mine first. How's your head? Any piercing pain? Does it feel like exploding? Better yet, what was the last adventure you had with the Doctor?"

Because he had to be sure first. Her safety - her life was worth more than all the pain he would endure of being someone else around her.

Her head? What is wrong with her head? Why would she have piercing pain? ... and why the bloody hell would it feel like exploding? Her face alone says that she thinks he is bonkers, but in case he can't pick that up. "Fine. No. No. And the the heck is that relevant to you? And what do you mean? Exploding? Why would my head be exploding? Do you know something? Does my head explode?"

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