Doctor Who: The Future Doctor [IC]

[Wetfly]

OOC

"So! Where to next, old girl?" The Doctor said, pulling levers, pressing buttons and eating Mars bars around the TARDIS console. The room shook, and he fell over. A smash came down the corridor.
"Oh no, not again! I hate it when those glass shards of Zion decide break, it makes such a smell... like gone off milk. To be honest, I should take off the emergency brake, like River used to tell me... but that takes the fun away." He said, walking towards the TARDIS doors. Opening them, he found himself face-to-face with a red face, rather like a devil, or a demon.
"Hi there! I was just... um..." It snorted. "...going." He slammed the doors closed and put his back against them.