Donna stared, her jaw dropping, unable to get her head around what she was seeing. In the back of her mind, she could hear her mother’s voice, always critical: “Don’t gape, Donna; it’s unbecoming. Bad as your father, you are.”
Well, if her mother were seeing this, Donna was pretty sure she’d be staring with her mouth open too. Sometimes that was the only suitable response to the things the Doctor showed her.
The city was breathtaking, crystalline spires refracting the light to create magnificent rainbows that arched overhead in every direction. Surely nothing on earth could compare to this.