It’s part three of the current Gallifrey Records fic tennis, because it wouldn’t be Gallifrey Records fic tennis if we weren’t spilling over into new posts with our wordiness. Here’s Part One and Part Two if you’d like to catch up, or you think you missed something. As Allison has mentioned before, we’re touching on the theme of memory loss in this story, so please savior “fic tennis” if you want to avoid the topic.
Rose has never been so relieved to see Donna in her entire life and she’s up off the wall in a flash, wrapping Donna in a hug.
"How did you — how are you here? Oh my god, Donna," she nearly crumples as Donna slips her arms around Rose, returning the hug for a long moment before pulling back.
"Turns out someone overheard the conversation you had with your friend in there in the grocery store, and snapped a picture of the two of you. They posted it to Twitter, and suddenly the internet’s on fire, talking about the world’s greatest Doctor and Rose impersonators," Donna says.