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[yendi]

Jack: Hmm. This problem doesn't make any sense to me.

Gwen: Me, neither.

Martha: I know! Let's give Donna a call! She's got all that Time Lord knowledge.

Mickey (dialing phone): Hello, Donna? It's me, Mickey? I traveled across space with you and helped you defeat the Daleks and watched you become a Time Lord, remember?

Donna: Oh shit, I'm burning up because I suddenly remembered my advanced Time Lord Knowledge, which is too much for my puny human mind to handle, and since I'm not part of an OTP with The Doctor, he can't just kiss it out of me like he could when, say, Rose absorbed all the bloody power in the Tardis. And now, I die.

Wilfred: Dammit, how the hell didn't the Doctor think to warn those people!

Mickey (still on the other end of the line): Oh well, maybe we can call Sarah Jane and spend twenty minutes waiting for Mr. Smith to open up.