"There's only so much pain a TARDIS can take, Doctor, a broken heart is the worst pain of all." The mechanic shrugged, he had floppy hair and for a fifty first century boy, he was rather spotty.
"A broken heart? Nah! My TARDIS is as tough as old boots!" and with one swift move he was out of the space repair shop and marching past his TARDIS.
A broken heart? What was this idiot talking about? His TARDIS didn't have a broken heart, and if she did, who was the heart break over?
She had lost her wonderful, golden glow and her excited landing noise that made him shiver. She had lost all of the things that made her, well, her!
He shook his head, walking, not realising he was entering the dark depths of Metachorclalis5's dense, creature populated, jungle.
He didn't see the red glow, the TARDIS was emitting to warn him of the danger that lurked there, she didn't want to come here, but he had positively dragged her. Punching in co-ordinates till she thought her brain would explode!
But she didn't want him to die, not here, she was Idris his TARDIS and he was her thief and she was going to save him from a fate worse than death.
She was Idris, he was her thief.