"You really aren’t the same are you?"
[She reached out and touches his face gently]
"How many years, spaceman? How many years did you travel alone?"
[He flinches away from her touch, his lips pursing into a thin line.]
"Come off it, Donna. It doesn’t matter."
"Well it does to me."
[It hurts to see him flinch away from her, they used to be so tactile.]
"Now then, since the lights are on and there is no one home, let's see out selves around hmm?"
[She turns to walk up the alley]













