"He shot the president?" Donna gaped at him. "When the hell did that happen?" Had that happened when she'd been in Spain, too? Oh, no. Had she slept through it? Donna had slept through a lot.

Wait. What? What had the Doctor just said?

"HE'S WHERE?" She looked around and grabbed her hatbox from the stack of empty suitcases. "All right, Doctor. Just point me to 'im, and I'll take care of the rest. Stay behind me." She held the hatbox in front of her as if it were a shield; she could have waged war with the gods themselves.

"But first, tell me where I'm going."