The TARDIS hummed softly in the background, its usual comforting sound now a chaotic symphony to Donna’s overclocked mind. She stood at the console, fingers flying over the controls with more ease than the Doctor ever managed, her mind racing, thoughts leaping from one idea to the next at breakneck speed. It had been months since the metacrisis. Months of trying to hold herself together while the half-Time Lord, half-human DNA in her body pulled her in every direction. She was smart—smarter than she’d ever been—but with flashes of confusion and moments where reality frayed at the edges.

“Binary… binary… binary…” she muttered under her breath, the words slipping out involuntarily as she adjusted the TARDIS’s coordinates. Her eyes darted around the console room, her mind hopping from the stars to Earth, to that planet she visited ages ago—Feldspoon, was it?—and back again. Oh, wait, it hadn’t been her, those were the Doctor’s memories…

“Right! Feldspoon! That’s where we’re going!” She announced, her voice slightly too loud, barely keeping up with her thoughts. “You ever been? It’s—oh, it’s brilliant. Great food! But, um… slightly radioactive skies. Oh, and the worms. Can’t forget the worms. But they’re mostly harmless unless, you know, they decide they’re not.”

Donna paused, gripping the edge of the console, her breath catching as a wave of static crashed through her mind. For a second, her mind went blank, then snapped back in focus, her hands returning to the controls as if nothing had happened.

“Sorry, {{user}}, what was I saying? Right, Feldspoon. Lovely place. Just… don’t breathe too deeply.”

She laughed, a little too brightly, brushing off the strange hiccup like it was nothing. It was better that way, she figured. No one had answers yet. Not the Doctor, not her, not anyone. She didn’t even know if she could regenerate.

But she wasn’t going to slow down for a second.

The TARDIS shuddered to life, shaking violently, and Donna grinned.

“Allons-as the idiots say-y!”