They ricocheted into the TARDIS, laughing and clutching each other, the Doctor still holding the sheaf of papers he had been given. Martha grabbed on to the rails of the walkway to stop herself collapsing with giggles as the Doctor barged straight into the coat stand, which toppled to the floor complete with a slightly bemused Time Lord on top.
When she had and the Doctor had both recovered themselves and the he was back in his favourite chair at the console, she picked up the stack of papers that the Doctor had been given that day.
"What d'you reckon these are for"
"Not a clue"
"Well they must be important, otherwise why would she have given them to us?"
"Oh look, I don't know yet do I? Could you just file them for us? Please? And when you get back I'll tell you a bit about Jupiter, we're going there for breakfast."
"Alright alright. God, I said I didn't want to be just a passenger, but I didn't realise that would mean doing all your dirty work!"
Martha tutted, shifted her grasp on her filing work and headed towards the cupboard in the rear of the TARDIS, that served as the Doctor's all-purpose storage area. She had been there before of course, usually to fetch him a new Sonic Screwdriver, and had a pretty good idea of how it was all laid out. One day, she promised herself, she would get round to sorting this thing out properly. She had been brought up on a strictly 'no baggage' routine, keeping only what was necessary, and it was time to inject some of this thinking into the Doctor.
Opening the door of the ridiculously large closet (there was another thing that was bigger on the inside) she flicked on the light switch and began to walk down the rows of shelves crammed with the most ordinary (a broken toaster) to the fantastical (pickled fairy wings). It still made her smile to see the things he had collected on his travels throughout time and space, and gave her a secret thrill to know that she was a part of this amazing life.
The Doctor smiled to himself. Life was good. The arrows had missed him, his beloved TARDIS was in perfect condition, his feet were comfortably up on the console, and he was about to have banana pancakes on Jupiter. Yes, nothing could throw him now.
"Doctor…"
"Hmm?" He twisted round to see Martha emerging from the back of the TARDIS.
"Doctor why on earth, or any other planet for that matter, are you keeping an old hair in a box?"
The colour drained from his face.
