"Do I look sick to you?" Donna said, quirking her eyebrows. "Is that really the first thing you expect me to do here? Go to the doctor?" If only Donna knew the irony of her words. If she still had her memories right now, finding the Doctor would have been the first thing she'd tried to do. She'd have been asking everyone she could if they'd seen him. But now, she thought a doctor was just another medical professional.

"How about instead, you tell me where the hell I'm supposed to live now that I don't have a home anymore?"