"Wasn't that brilliant!" The Doctor squeaked. He and Donna had just return from Lehium, a planet, of which the air is composed largely of helium. They had enjoyed a great many floating activities and humoured themselves with squeaky voices. Donna held a souvenir balloon in her hand. As a child, her Dad often took her to fairgrounds and always he would treat her to a balloon. She had a fondness for them. This balloon was different however, in that it was set to change its form, from various native animals. Every while or so, it contorted and knotted itself into the shape of yet another strange creature. Right now, it was assuming the shape of a bird - except, birds did not evolve in quite the same way on Lehium as on Earth. For a start, it had no wings. It resembled closer to a two-legged platypus, with its very large beak. It floated along behind her, bouncing off the door frame, as she entered the TARDIS.

"Molto Bene!" Donna repeated one for the Doctor's favourite phrases. They both shared a giggle at how Italian sounded in such a squeaky voice. Donna wondered if they should perhaps visit Rome next. The Doctor never took her there and she could see if the TARDIS would translate or not, if she spoke the words there, or she would be fobbed of as sounding 'Celtic', like when she had tried speaking some Latin that her Gramps taught her, to that rude man in Pompeii.

She waited for the Doctor to ask her "Well, where to next?" as he usually did between each adventure. She thought it odd, when he instead bid her goodnight and turned for the corridor.

"Goodnight?" Donna was sounding less squeaky now and a touch concerned. She had not noticed he was tiring. She wasn't sure she had ever known him to actually need sleep. Maybe he was getting on that high Time Lord horse of his again, and thinking how humans were so much less resilient than him and struggled to go long without rest.

"Oi, I'm not ready for bed yet, Doctor! Let's go somewhere else, please?"

"Yeah, you might not be, but I am. Why don't you have a swim in the library, or something? I need some shut-eye."

Now that was weird. He had never confessed to needing sleep, as long as she had known him. Maybe that was how Time Lords worked though. They went for ages on empty and then hibernated, or something.

"Alright, Spaceman, if you insist. I might just get in the spa instead though. I could use a soak. That was quite the work out in the upside-down caves today."

"Okay, Donna," he nodded to her and smiled his appreciation that Donna realised he did need a rest. "Thank you."

"Go, get your beauty sleep then, you great prawn. I guess that's how you keep up looking how you do and the ripe old age of nine hundred and whatever."

The Doctor let out a chuckle, as they strolled through the hallway. Companion and Time Lord went their separate ways at the next T-junction. The Doctor heading for what Donna assumed was his bedroom, though he had never mentioned having one and she had certainly never seen it. She supposed he must have one though. It would be silly of him, not to really. She wondered if it were anything like her own, aboard the TARDIS. She had a four-poster bed fit for a queen and her own extensive wardrobe. It was in there, that she fished out a bathing-suit she had acquired on that beach she couldn't remember the name of on some planet she could not pronounce. It was a halter-neck style and very flattering on her, she had found and just her colour too. She had no idea how long a Time Lord needed to sleep for, but she made no rush of getting changed and sourcing a magazine from her drawers. It was one of a stack she had picked up the last time she visited Earth. It was humbling to catch up on a bit of the gossip back home every once in a while.

The library was fairly enormous. Shelves loomed high, with ladders that could be pushed from one end of the room to the other. There were stories above her, with shelves more, stuffed with texts both old and new. She bypassed them all, for the centre of the library, where the pool was for some reason. She was more concerned with the spa next to it though. Making sure her towel wasn't too far away, she dipped into just the right temperate of water. There was a railing by the steps and she tied her beloved balloon to it. A convenient bar fridge produced for her a refreshing juice. She couldn't tell what sort of fruit(s) it was made of, but it was tasty none the less. For the next while she thought nothing except Bradgelina's latest adoption and the few atrocious garments that some A-listers dared the red carpet with recently.

Eventually she decided that she would not be able to remain in the water for much longer, without resembling a prune. Towelling off, she dared not fathom what The Doctor would think, if she dripped all over the collected works of Charles Dickens on her way back through his library. Silly place for a pool really though, being so close to so much paper. Where on Earth, or Gallifrey or wherever did he get these ideas? Having gathered her things up, with the intention of heading back to her room for a while and then perhaps getting something to eat, she was soon walking the corridor once more.

The TARDIS was strange. She tended to move corridors and rooms around, which got annoying at the best of times. The Doctor didn't exactly maintain a good level of heating about his ship, however. And she was in her bathing suit! She brushed off a shiver and tried to focus on any distinguishing features of where she was at present, but it looked no different than any other corridor. She hadn't even seen any doors for a while. She decided that the next door, she came across, no matter what, she was just going to enter, because this was getting ridiculous. She must have been ages away from even the console room by now! And there one was . This door was ordinary looking enough for a door in a time machine. No handle though. Instead a big old wheel, like on a submarine hatch. She found it quite stiff and even wrapped her towel around her hands, for extra leverage. It did budge once she put a bit of muscle in, letting out a sigh as she pried it agape and entered. The room seemed, at first, pitch black. As her eyes adjusted, pin pricks of light became visible and sparkled like tiny stars, which floated about like dust. Stardust, she mused and moved forward, where there was a dark shape. There was a humming sound resonating from somewhere near. Not an annoying hum, but a soothing one, like some strange world's gentle lullaby. The song was disturbed though by a low growling sound in front of her. Pushing fear aside, she continued forward and yelped as her shin collided with something hard.

The lights came up to reveal The Doctor, clad in some pinstriped pyjamas, not unlike his suit.

"Donna? What are you doing?"

"Ouch. Didn't see the bed frame. I can't believe it's you!"

Donna took in the room around her. It was quite peaceful really. The tiny stars had blinked out of sight to be replaced by an orange sort of misty cloud. Silver metal trees bent to form shelves around the walls, bearing books and alien paraphernalia and trinkets.

"Huh? Who else would it be. This is my room!"

"I thought it must have been some animal growling in here. But it was just your snoring!"

The Doctor looked sheepish, but admonished, "Time Lords do not snore."

"Tell that to whatever animal you're keeping under the bed then." Donna sat down and snatched at some of the bed covers to cover her chilled body.

The Doctor harrumphed. "Well, I'm up now. Might as well have another trip somewhere, eh?. Where to next?"

He disappeared behind a screen, coming out the other side, fully clothed for their next adventure.

"My room," Donna chided. "I've lost it again and I need to change out of my swim wear."

"Oh, The TARDIS has probably rotated everything again. It'll take ages to find. How about you just get something from the main wardrobe and I'll meet you in the console room?"

"Fine, but later? You are finding my room for me again, Mister."

"Sure thing!" And he bounced away like Tigger.

Once Donna had simple jeans and a dress top on, with a cardigan and boots, with her hair re-done, she saw herself ready for whatever lay ahead. She deposited her towel and mag on a table, but brought with her, the balloon - now, having taken the form of some kind of bear-like creature. Probably whatever The Doctor thought must have been growling instead of him. She couldn't believe she'd witnessed the Martian light out and snoring. If the Sontarans could see him like that! Ha!

"Okay, I'm ready." Donna made her presence known, upon entering the ship's main hub. But The Doctor was nowhere in sight. Maybe he already gotten ahead of her and gone out the front door on his own? The nerve of him! But then again, wouldn't she have felt the TARDIS in flight? Or else she would have been rocking and rolling all over the place, just trying to get changed. She did make her way to the door though and gasped, her Lehium helium form-changing balloon animal floated up into the ceiling, getting tangled in the rafters. Though her balloon may have escaped her grip, she dared not fret about it, when there were more pressing matters at hand. Namely, a certain lanky Time Lord, tangled in his own limbs, as he lay, in an unconscious heap at her feet.