"It seems like it." Donna said, focusing on her reconstructed journal. Apparently, the Doctor had felt the need to take it apart when he found it in the TARDIS, and after some...encouragement...he'd put it back together for her. She wasn't sure if it still worked, and for that exact reason, she was playing with it for the moment.

"Especially those black things that were after us earlier." She meant the heartless that had chased them and Jenny from city hall to the TARDIS before. She didn't want to relive that experience, really. Setting down the journal, finally, she reached for the cup of tea sitting in front of her. "Don't you think it's strange though...to meet all these people who we never thought it would be possible to meet?"