The craze of the New Year started to die down slowly, though without too much noise and business the hospital had set in terms of needing medical attention. Knowing how the holidays are, though, even those like Donna couldn't escape the craziness of it all. The great bustle and activity seemed to have started back up again in the corridors of St Mungo's, however, things slowly getting back to normal now that the new year started, although it had been about a day since 1892 started to set in. Healers in their healer robes were moving up and down, Donna politely nodding their way if they were to have looked in her direction.

After making her rounds, Donna found the ward she was looking for, which was her very own department. A patient that she needed to see laid in a bed not too far from where she stood and when she reached them, she saw a box full of the appropriate essentials needed and a medical chart by their side. A kind but bright and beaming smile came from Donna's side, a smile that would radiate what she hoped would be full of reassurance and happiness while making eye contact. "Hello, I'm Healer Donna Conray, what a delight it is to meet you. Mind if I take a look?" Donna would ask, hoping to not startle the patient in front of her.