A/N: This is why Creative Writing should have restrictions to what you can "free write" about.
"Chisick, London, England, Earth, the solar system..."
"Yes, Donna. I was able to find it before and I knew where it was before you requested to go there."
The atmosphere in the TARDIS (The Doctor's time/space ship) had lightened considerably since Donna came back aboard. Donna popped out of the TARDIS and quickly came back in.
"Doctor, that's not Chisick," Donna said to the Doctor.
"Really?" The Doctor said looking out the still open doors. "I suppose it isn't is it? I'm gonna have to repair her here."
"How long's it gonna take?" Donna asked.
"I don't even know what's wrong with her yet," The Doctor said moving around the console.
Donna started looking around the room of the TARDIS they were in. The Doctor, being slightly telepathic and having known Donna for some time now, moved his hand to below the piece of the console he was working on. And withdrew a sheaf of glossy printed and bound paper.
"Magazine?" He asked swinging over to her, holding on to the time rotor, and smiling at her.
"Thanks," She said flushing slightly.
"Oh look Doctor!" Donna suddenly exclaimed, "A new flavour of Pringle."
"A new flavour of Pringle?" The Doctor asked, ' I show you all of time and space and show you how to fly the TARDIS and you think a new flavour of Pringle is more important than fixing the TARDIS?"
"Yeah," Donna said and the pair exchanged smiles again, "Where are we going anyways?"
"How about...1963?" The Doctor asked.
"But I've already been there," Donna said.
Before any other exchanges could be made, the TARDIS started to shake. The lights went off and the control room was bathed in darkness. The Doctor was thrown from the chair he was sitting in and Donna soon joined him.
One lone monitor wasn't broken, thought the Gallifreyan writing was replaced with something The Doctor didn't reconize and that the TARDIS wasn't too eager to translate.
"Doctor," Donna called out unsure of where he was,"what happened?"
"I don't know," The Doctor called back sounding worried.
"Well, that's a first," Donna observed.
"Donna! Shh..." The Doctor said, moving slowly with his hand up motioning her, to where he was standing before the crash. He locked eyes with her and lowered his knees keeping eye contact.
"New flavor of Pringle?" The Doctor asked holding up a distinctly saddle shaped chip.
A/N: Okay. I wrote this story, turned it in, lost it, found it, forgot about it, and then remembered it for Fanfiction. So this story should be dated around the 18 April 2008 or before.