Rating: All ages
Characters: Donna Noble, Wilfred Mott
Genre: drabble, episode-related
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: The Pandorica Opens/The Big Bang
Summary: They think he's a daft old man.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISes. Not making any money, not asserting any claims.
A/N: This was written as a stocking stuffer for marishna in the fandom_stocking comm. Thanks to wendymr for the lightning-swift beta.
Donna climbs the hill carrying a plate. “Mum made you a sandwich.” She doesn’t quote her mother’s actual words: Bad enough that daft old man is looking for things that don’t exist. If he doesn’t eat, he’ll get sick, and I’ll be stuck nursing him.
“Ta, Sweetheart.” Her grandfather doesn’t look away from his telescope (a waste of good money, Sylvia says). “I think I saw something. If I adjust the focus--”
“Grandad, come inside. It’s getting cold.”
“You think I’m mental, too, don’t you?”
“Grandad, no. But it’s hard to believe--”
“They’re out there, Donna! The stars are real.”