Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 189: David Bowie - Run at dw100.

Summary: Donna has never run so much in her life.

Why did it always come to this? Donna thought. It didn’t matter where they went, or why; sooner or later, spaceboy would grab her and yell, “Run!”

Everything chased them; humans, aliens, robots, animals of all shapes and sizes, and on one occasion, what looked like a herd of flying jellyfish. Then there were avalanches, dust storms, collapsing buildings, tidal waves, falling trees, and corrosive gunge. She’d lost a really nice pair of shoes thanks to that last one.

Stumbling into the TARDIS and slamming the door behind them, Donna leant against it, laughing breathlessly. It was so much fun!

The End