Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 371: Armor at dw100.

Summary: Donna decides she needs something a bit more hardwearing than the clothes she brought with her.

Donna slowly picked herself up off the ground, dusting off her clothes as best she could. As much as she loved travelling with the Doctor, sometimes the things they ran into were hazardous to her health. She trudged in the direction he’d been going before they’d become separated.

“There you are, Donna. What kept you?”

“That stampeding horde of whatever they were ran right over me.” Donna scowled at the Doctor. “Look at me; another outfit ruined! I’m beginning to think I should borrow a suit of armour from the wardrobe. At this rate I’ll soon ‘ave nothing to wear.”

The End