"So, where we heading, Doc?" Graham asked, watching as the Doctor frenetically moved around the TARDIS console, hitting buttons and pulling levers as if she actually somehow knew what she was doing.

"Jinjur."

"Ginger?"

Ryan furrowed his brows. "As in the spice?"

"Not 'ginger', Jinjur. Or more specifically the city of Chartreuse; 'The City of Wishes'."

"You're gonna have to help me out, Doc, 'cause I'm still just hearing 'ginger'," sighed Graham.

Yaz looked at the Doctor, curious. "Are we talking the metaphorical kind of wishes or the genie kind?"

"Wait, as in the 'rub the lamp and get three wishes' deal? No way!" Ryan enthused.

"Can we all calm down a bit?" protested the Doctor. "I've heard a lot about this city and these supposed 'wishes' and wanted to check it out for myself. More often than not, magical things turn out to have perfectly reasonable scientific explanations. Almost as often as something in science turning out to be magical."

The TARDIS thudded to a halt.

"We're here," the Doctor announced, frowning at a small, flashing red light on the console and flicking it off. "Let's go team."

As Yaz went to open the main doors, the console room lights dimmed and turned red. Everyone stopped and instinctively looked towards the Doctor.

"Ah, nothing to worry about!" she insisted, bouncing back towards the console.

"Doctor, the doors are locked," Yaz said, pulling on the handles.

"Is this something bad?" asked Ryan, looking both scared and excited.

"Oh, no, nothing bad just…maintenance stuff."

The Doctor frantically tapped at the console, looking mildly irritated but trying to retain a calm demeanour.

A robotic female voice suddenly boomed around the room. "Warning! Capsule repairs required."

"Shut up!" the Doctor moaned. "I've told you before, we're fine."

The Doctor hit two large buttons, twisted a lever, and literally bashed her fist against the console, all or some of which caused the lights to dim again and eventually return to normal.

The Doctor exhaled, blowing the hair from her face. "Right then. Let's get a shift on."

"Hang on a second, there," Graham protested as the Doctor tried to march past everyone. "That thing said the TARDIS needs repairs. Is this box about to explode or something?"

"Graham, don't be silly, it hasn't done that in years," said the Doctor, rolling her eyes. "It was just…scaremongering. Like when you get all those emails about your warranty running out."

Everyone was varying levels of placated by this explanation, but allowed the Doctor to move towards the doors.

"Hello there," a bright blue woman said, materialising between the Doctor and the TARDIS doors. Everyone jumped backwards in response.

"Oh no," replied the Doctor under her breath.

"It appears you are piloting a TYPE 40 time travel capsule that has not undergone its bi-centennial health check," the blue woman stated in a pleasant if not patronising tone.

"I told you this thing's a death trap!" Graham moaned.

"By our records, you are currently 1.78 trillion years overdue. Piloting an unchecked time travel capsule may result in the erasure of timelines, or the total destruction of parallel universes. As such, it has been considered illegal under the Gallifreyan Laws of Time, Section Gamma-Alpha-9-A, subsection 8-5-3-∞-2/6."

"Is she serious right now?" balked Ryan.

"As such, your time capsule will now be sequestered, pending the completion of the required checks. Please remain within your vehicle, and cooperate with the releveant authorities upon arrival on Gallifrey. Thank you." The blue woman fizzled back out of existence.

"We're being arrested?" yelled Graham.

"'Gallifrey' as in your home planet? We're going back to your home planet?" Yaz asked, looking strangely excited.

"Nope, not a chance," the Doctor said, raising her sonic screwdriver at the TARDIS doors and zapping them until they flung open. "Everybody out!"

The three others hurried past the Doctor who took one last look at the TARDIS. "Goodbye my love. Come back soon."

The Doctor jumped out of the TARDIS just as the machine began whirring and dematerialising, leaving a dusty cloud in its wake.