Donna rolled over in bed and shoved her face into her pillow. She did not want to get up and go job-hunting again today. That's all she had been doing for a week... ever since she had been fired from her previous job. It had been an awful situation, being fired, though, if she were honest with herself or took a moment to really try and remember all that had happened, she would have found that the whole memory of that job was hazy and ill-formed. More like a bad dream than reality.

"Well! That just shows what a dreadful fit it was for me," she mused, rolling over in bed. "I can't be expected to commit that sort of rubbish to memory. How did I even spend last Friday? Must have had much to much to drink with the girls after getting sacked..."

Finally, she found the will to remove herself from her cozy sheets and prepare for the day and go out to the kitchen for some breakfast. Her mum had been astonishingly kind to her lately. A complete 180! Back before she'd been fired it was all 'Donna, why haven't you done this' or 'you just want a man' or 'why do you think you're good enough for that?' But now... it was nothing but encouragement.

Donna's mum greeted her with a smile as she entered the kitchen. "Good morning, lovely! I've fixed up some sausages for you before you go out on the hunt."

Donna smiled, unused to this affection. "Thanks, Mum, I really hope I get some better leads today. There just hasn't been much around that fits my skills. Maybe you were right... I should have done more with school and all that..." Donna sank in her chair and stabbed a sausage with her fork. Since when did her mum make sausage?

"Don't worry, sweetie!" her mum reassured her. "You'll find something soon enough. Anyway... if you feel like you want to go back to school, you know you're completely welcome to do that, too! There's no pressure from my end!"

'Well, that's a first,' Donna thought. "Well, Mum, I had better run. Thanks for cooking!" She rushed out the door and into another utterly unproductive day of job-searching.

That night, after stopping for drinks with her mates, Donna returned home and settled herself into bed once again. She closed her eyes and sighed. It had been another dreadful day, but now at least it was over and she could sleep. Sleep, she thought, was the best part of her life these days. Ever since she'd been fired, she'd been having the most excellent dreams. She thought it must be her mind's way of making up for her lack of employment. In her dreams, she would travel to all sorts of lovely places, and there were mysteries and adventures and interesting people. They were so much better than her real life. The strange part was... they all felt more like memories than dreams, very realistic and tangible.

"Well, goodnight, Donna Noble, see you in the morning" she said to herself, wrapping her blanket around her and welcoming another night of her wonderful dreamland.