[Read By Catherine Tate.]

[Read by Catherine Tate.]

"Just take a look at this view!" Donna cried. The Doctor joined her at the window. "I mean what a view," Donna exclaimed. "I've never seen anything like it!"

"I have," replied the Doctor softly. "And so have you."

"The sun, flaming red and gold, across white mountain peaks and crystal valleys? I don't think so!" said Donna.

"And down there?" he asked, pointing.

"What?"

"Down there."

"Where down there?" she asked.

"There down there," he snapped.

"Well, that's– Oh my God!" she said.

"Chiswick?" he suggested.

"That's Chiswick!" she squawked. "What is Chiswick doing down there?"

"In a crystal valley below white mountain peaks above which the sun is flaming red and gold, you mean?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Well, that's the real question," the Doctor replied.

He opened the window latches, slid the pane aside, and reached out. His fingers touched something invisible and the view, mountains and Chiswick alike, rippled like water.

"It's a telesensual holocunation," he said as he closed the window.

"A what? You're just getting me back for the plywood thing, aren't you?" said Donna.

"It's feeding off our thoughts," he said. "It's bleeding our memories. And replicating a composite view to make us both feel at home."

"'It'? Who's 'it'?"

"This building," the Doctor said.

Donna looked at him. "Wait, I'm checking... nope, I don't understand what you're saying."

"Neither do I," he replied with a fragile grin. "It's just a hunch."

"How is it making us both feel at home?" she asked.

The Doctor pointed down at Chiswick. "That's you, Donna Noble," he said. He raised his hand and pointed at the mountains. "And that's me."

"You?"

"That's Gallifrey."

Donna opened her mouth. "That's what it looked like?"

"Yes," he said.

"It's so beautiful!"

"Yes, it was," he replied. "It really was."