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Rory smiled, amusedly and slightly ruefully. "What didn't? We took it with the help of the Doctor and the TARDIS. So we had Daleks, Cybermen, Khaleds, Poc'toon, a Nestene Consciousness, an attempt to destroy the Universe, and a few other little things like a Kraken trying to swim off with the TARDIS."

Donna giggled lightly, "Between the Doctor and the TARDIS, did you expect anything different?"

"Of course not." Rory laughed. "But it was one of those holidays I needed another holiday to recover from."

She nods, "Oh I know excatly what you mean... some time I should tell you about Midnight."

"Midnight. And over a drink I think. It'll be good to have someone else to chat to about this stuff."

Donna grins, "I'd be happy to oblige that.... minus the drink.... I don't think you'd believe me if either of us had anything to drink."

She starts suddenly, "That reminds me! Milk!"

"An unbelievable story by TARDIS standards? That must be impressive." Rory's eyes went distant briefly. "And milk?"

Donna shrugged, "I thought it was the first time I heard it.... Yes, milk. That's why I was out and about today. TARDIS decided to run out of milk.

"Must be one hell of a story? And how much milk do you buy for the TARDIS?"

Donna sighs, "A jug or two... lasts quite a bit, actually. And, it was, but I think the Doctor should tell it... really, it's his story after all."

"Have you ever convinced the Doctor to tell stories about his past?" Rory shrugged.

Donna giggles lightly, "With the gob he has? It's like getting him to shut up... Though I get the distinct impression that he doesn't ever share everything... certianly rarely the important stuff."

"Oh, he talks." Rory grinned, remembering. "But it's all about things. Almost never about anything personal."

Donna shrugs, "He talks to me... but then we're best mates... talking is one of those things that we do."

Rory asked a simple question. "Has he told you his name?"

Donna shakes her head, "No, but there's something to do with Gallifreyan society that he only can under a specific set of circumstances."

"All right. How many of his Companions has he mentioned that you haven't otherwise met?"

She shrugs looking thoughtful, "None directly... but he told me that he told River that at The Library."

"River's a special case. And you'd already met her from the sound of things." Rory had spent far too much time mentally analysing the Doctor.

"No we hadn't... and that's the point. Our first meeting with River was at the Library... as you said, you seem to be meeting her in reverse. The Doctor didn't believe she knew him, so she whispered his name to him at one point.... I wasn't there for that part, but I have no reason to doubt what the Doctor told me."

"Fair enough. And the Library? You make it sound special?"

"Long story." Donna looks about for a bench and sits down. She sighs, "The Library - it was a planet. But it was infested by these tiny creatures called the Vashta Nerrada. The Doctor and I were summons there by River on his Psychic Paper, but she had intended it to get to him in the future.... anyway. The Doctor felt it was getting to dangerous for me, so he sent me back to the TARDIS via teleport but it went horribly wrong. The Library Computer system... downloaded me, for lack of a better phrase. And a great big alternate universe popped up around me."

"Better that way than writing graffiti on the oldest monument in the universe." Rory shrugged. "And that sounds like an interesting story. Alternative or virtual universe?"

Donna grimaces, "Depends on your point of view. Virtual in that it was computer generated, but alternate because everyone that the computer tried to save from those creatures were downloaded."

She pauses and meets his eyes, "I-I was in there for me what seemed like years, but for the Doctor was only a few hours. I... got married... had children... Then lost them..."

Excuse her as she sniffles, then she regroups herself, "But then the Doctor got all of us out of there, so all's well, right?"

Rory reached out and put one hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. "If you experienced it, it was real for you. And it sounds as if you lost a lot." He was remembering having killed Amy, no matter how that had worked out.