Summary: Bad weather has made Donna and the Doctor decidedly mucky.
“Ick!” Donna pulled a disgusted face as she squelched her way towards the familiar blue box. When she and the Doctor had gone exploring earlier they’d left the TARDIS parked on a hillock, which was fortunate because since then torrential rain had turned the surrounding land into a quagmire.
The mud was ankle deep, thick and sticky; by now Donna was heartily wishing she’d worn boots for this excursion rather than trainers. Maybe her feet would still be dry. She baulked at the doorway, looking from her muddy feet to the TARDIS’s pristine interior.