Donna wasn't entirely paying attention to him. All of her luggage was still piled up in the console room, and she rummaged around to separate the light packages that she didn't want to carry from the things the Doctor would end up carrying. "Saxon... Saxon..."

It certainly sounded familiar.

"He's not one of those old blokes with the perfume, is he? Or... I know he wasn't on Britain's Got Talent. I know he wasn't." She glanced over at him. "Why? Who's he? Are we gonna go in time and visit him back when he was famous?"

She was all for the time travel. It was one of the reasons she was here, after all.