The TARDIS jerked again, forcing Amy to topple over. "What's happening to her?" Amy cried out, referring to the TARDIS.
"Shh," The Doctor replied, not bothering to try and explain.
"But-" Amy started, but was quickly cut off.
"Hush, I'm concentrating, "was all he said, as he placed his shoe on the TARDIS console, as if that would help. There was one final crash, causing everyone to fall over yet again, and then there was silence.
James looked out his window, thinking he heard something. His eyes scanned the fields around the house, but could not find the source of the noise. He glanced back down at his empty piece of parchment and quill, and as soon as he did, saw something in the corner of his eye. He looked back up, but, again, could find nothing. He scanned again, and as he did, he realized that something was stopping him from looking at one particular spot. Could it be dark magic? He thought. He stared intently at the spot that really didn't want to be seen, and slowly, a small, blue box came into view.
The Doctor exited the TARDIS, and walked quickly around it. He was running his hands through his hair, as if he was stressed, and muttering things like "Not here, not now." Amy couldn't understand why he was so worried, they had landed safely enough.
"Why are you so worried? We've landed safe enough. Everything looks fine to me."
The doctor turned quickly and gave her a curious look. "Safely? Fine? Amy, have you had a look around?" He said, almost amused. Amy turned, and realised that they had landed in a field, right outside a house. A house that had no bottom floor. A house that was hovering, mid-air. She gaped, and looked between the house and the doctor. "But- but.. It has no bottom floor!" she exclaimed.
"Does it really? I hadn't noticed." He responded, pulling out his sonic screwdriver. He sonic'd everything around, reading signals. He was so intent on the statistics; he didn't notice the young man with the messy hair, marching straight towards them.
James frowned as the strange man pointed something at a rosebush of his mother's. "Who are you, the flower inspector?" James said, cockily. The man spun on the spot, and the girl jumped slightly. He hadn't noticed her until now, which he found curious. Usually he could spot someone as good-looking as her a mile away. He winked, and turned his attention back to this strange man, wearing a suit and trench coat, on an 80 degree day.
"I," he replied, "Am the Doctor." He waited, as if this was meant to be some significant thing. As if James were meant to bow down to him, or something. James, instead, raised his eyebrows.
"Good for you?" He replied. "And why, may I ask, are you kneeling in my mothers flowerbed?"