The TARDIS shuttered as it landed. The doors opened and and the Doctor stepped out with his companion, Clara.
"Ah, I've always wanted to go to Barcelona. All throughout my tenth regeneration," the Doctor said.
"Um, Doctor?" Clara asked.
"Yes?"
"I have the feeling that we're not in Barcelona," she said, looking around.
"What do you mean, of course we're in Barcelona." The Doctor took off his sunglasses and looked at his surroundings. They were in a room made of metal, like those on a spaceship. "This makes no sense. I'm sure that I put in the right coordinates." He pocketed the sunglasses and started to explore the room.
Clara walked towards a door. "We should go," she said, looking back to the Doctor. She walked over to where he was standing.
"Sorry. I have to find out what went wrong. I definitely put in the coordinates for Barcelona."
"Can't you just admit that you messed up so that we can leave here?"
"Nope. I didn't mess up. The TARDIS is as reliable as the day that I took.. got her. There is no way that I could've messed up. There must be something wrong."
Clara sighed. There was no way that they were leaving until the Doctor was satisfied, so she might as well try and enjoy it. "So if we're not in Barcelona, where are we?"
"No idea," the Doctor said. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started pointing it at everything. He looked at the small screen and his face became ashen.
"What's wrong?" Clara asked.
"Get back to the TARDIS!" the Doctor yelled.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"This ship, it's made of Dalekanium." the Doctor said,
"So?"
"You know, the Daleks. Most evil beings in all of the universe? The Dalek Asylum? Exterminate?" The Doctor's voice was increasing in desperation.
"Nope, not ringing a bell." she said.
"You were a Dalek. You made soufflés, somehow had milk?"
"I honestly have no idea what you're rambling on about."
"Oh never mind, just get back to the TARDIS!"
Then, the Doctor and Clara turned around in horror as the TARDIS dematerialized.