It wasn't long before the police box landed. The collector stepped out onto the planet that he once called home before beckoning Clarissa to join him. She stepped out of the TARDIS to what seemed to be one of the most beautiful deserts she'd seen.
The ground was covered in soft burnt orange sand that was easily manipulated by each of her steps, just as sand on Earth did. The sky, too, was a burnt orange. 2 golden suns were rising from the opposite sides of the planet covering Clarissa's face with a scorching heat. The clouds, seeming slightly more orange in the orange sky, lingered overhead, not as if they were there to make a nuisance of themselves but to add tranquility to the sky.
Clarissa was so intrigued by the planet it took her sometime to notice the collector, who had patiently stopped for her. She caught up before noticing where he was taking her, a small wooden shack. It sat in the middle of the desert, looking very out of place in the orange scenery. She was about to enter the shack when she turned to take in the scenery once more when she saw it. How she missed it in the first place she didn't know but ahead sat wait was obviously a city. Its buildings reached glorious heights and contrasted with it's background perfectly. The Timelords, she had decided, were not all as crazy as the collector.
Evantually Clarissa was able to draw her eyes off the scene and went into the shack to be slightly disappointed that there wasn't a world inside but all that was forgotten when she saw tbe Collector there, head in hands.
"Collector?" She starts gently, swiftly moving to the bench he was at and sitting next to him "What's wrong?"
