It had been a long time since Donna had been in an office. She'd frankly hoped to never have to return to one, but this was where the TARDIS had brought them, and thus where, for some reason, they had to go. It was not as bad when she was not behind the desk, at least. The bigger problem the place posed actually lay with another memory. Rather than her workplace, she found it reminiscent of the Library. The lobby had been empty, and had given her the chills. She stood, tallied shadows, silently mouthing the numbers she claimed to be so good at, an innate boost of confidence for comfort, and had then checked her own, once, twice, and measured its angle by the lighting from above, choosing a path where she not even indirectly touched the overcast of furniture. The staircase was dark. She did not even swallow. She just shivered. Her first paces upon the steps were timid, and quiet, as if she could stalk past the floating specks of dust without them choosing her for lunch. The threat of the invisible, however, spurred her on, and she was only two slaps of foot further before she ran. At the top, it was light. She sat, briefly, to gather her breath and courage, close to both weeping and sweat. She pressed herself up, however, finding herself necessitated to move on. She didn't want to go down through the shade again. Not this soon. Second floor. Softly, she clicked the door open, pressing it with both hands, and then peeking her head through the crook created. " ... Hello? "
