"Doctor, what's happening?" Clara inquired nervously as the TARDIS continued to rumble. The Doctor seemed shocking unfazed by the shaking and flashing lights, staring contemplatively into the empty space in front of him.
"I don't know," he commented staring blankly at the panels. The TARDIS jerked.
"Well, that's reassuring!" Clara blurted as she toppled over from the last jolt. The Doctor ignored her sarcastic comment, utterly confused about what was going wrong. She stumbled with wobbly legs around the main deck while the crazy man with the bow tie flipped as many switches as his long arms could reach. His frantic flipping proved futile, as the ship lurched and began to fall. Clara screamed and, even more troubling, the Doctor was silent. He stopped hitting buttons and calmly took a seat on the floor.
"What in God's name are you doing?" Clara shouted, gaping at the nonchalant man on the floor. The Doctor smiled slowly, all traces of worry dissipated from his eyes. He glanced up at his troubled friend, offering her a look of reassurance.
"Well, Clara," he laughed, "looks like all we can do is enjoy the fall."
Clara gulped, hesitantly crouching to take a seat across from the Doctor. She began to question whether precarious situations like this were worth the time she spent with the Doctor. Suddenly, as the TARDIS shook more violently than before, she lost consciousness.
"Something's not right."
The Doctor's voice echoed in her head as she awoke. The TARDIS was still, and its skinny pilot was pacing with his hand pressed to his forehead. Clara's eyes were heavy as she sat up. The Doctor seemed to forget she was there, silently fretting in front of her. Whenever the TARDIS transported him somewhere on its own accord, the Doctor stood at attention, trying to figure out what the ship was trying to tell him. Everything was eerily quiet, and Clara watched as the man slowly approached the doors. With a single press of his fingers against the wood, he opened the door to the spaceship.
"Doctor?" The feminine voice rang through the doorway and Clara perked up with curiosity.
From inside, Clara could see they had landed on the shore of a beach on a rather cloudy day. Standing near the water was a young blonde woman clutching the hand of a tall, thin guy sporting an out-of-place suit and the most amazing hairdo.