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Robyn bounded into the console room, filled with energy and excitement. It had been a few weeks since the Doctor had adopted her, and in that time they'd had quite a few adventures. There'd been a few near misses, times where she'd zigged when she should've zagged, but all in all, the Doctor had always managed to keep her safe. Well, as safe as he could. She approached the console, staring at all the bits and bobs that served as controls, then she skipped over to it and kissed it. She'd come to love the ancient time ship, and she was certain that it had come to love her. She, the TARDIS, had told her so in her dreams.

"Okay, we've been to Arcadia, and the Trojan Gardens, where next?" she asked no one in particular.

"The Musee d'Orsay," the Doctor replied, descending the stairs. Amy followed close behind. "To the Vincent Van Gogh exhibition."

"A museum? But they're boring!"

"Hey, I happen to like Van Gogh," said Amy. "And if the Van Gogh exhibition is where the Doctor wants to take us, then that's what he'll do."

Robyn sighed. "Oh, all right." She glared at the Doctor. "But it had better not be boring."

The Doctor laughed. "It won't. Trust me."

Amy rolled her eyes. "We do, and that's what worries me sometimes."

"You're not alone," said Robyn.

"Are you two going to continue ganging up on me, or are we going to the Musee d'Orsay?"

Robyn sighed, knowing she wasn't going to get out of it. "The Musee d'Orsay, I suppose."

"Good choice."

The Doctor moved over to the console and used the typewriter to enter the coordinates. He pointed to a lever. "Robyn, I want you to pull that," he pointed to another lever, then a switch, "and Amy, I want you to pull that, and then push the other one."

The two girls nodded. "Yes, Doctor," they chorused. Once they'd done as the Doctor had instructed, the console room lurched, shuddered, then righted itself with a tremendous thud. The usual whale song they associated with the landing process filled the air, and then with another loud thud, it stopped as soon as it had begun.

The Doctor raced to the door, then stuck his head out. "We're here," he announced. "We've landed right out the front."

Robyn looked at him in confusion. "But aren't people going to see us?" she asked, approaching the front door. "A big blue box just appearing out of nowhere isn't exactly inconspicuous."

"Robyn Lawson," the Doctor said in astonishment. "Where on earth did you learn that word?"

"I read a lot, Dad, remember?"

"Of course you do," he replied, patting her on the head, "and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Is he always like this?" asked Robyn, turning and directing the question to Amy.

"You tell me, kid, he's your Dad."

Robyn groaned. "I knew you'd say that."

The Doctor looked at the two girls with annoyance. "Right. Musee d'Orsay, out there, right now." He held out his hands to the two of them. "Coming?"

"Of course we are," said Amy, taking his offered hand, while Robyn held on to the other. "Someone's got to keep you out of trouble, don't they?"

Robyn nodded. "Yeah. Amy can't do that by herself!" She frowned. "Well, she probably could, but it helps that I'm here!"

The Doctor shook his head. "Oh, come on."

Robyn laughed, and with that, the three time travellers began their excursion to the Musee d'Orsay...

And finished the day, as usual, running for their lives.

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