Clara lay between the columns in the TARDIS, a thick book placed carefully on her lap.
"Whatcha reading?" The Doctor asked; he had a fez on his head and his red bow-tie had come loose from working on the wires under the controls. Barely even taking her eyes off of the page Clara replied, "Hound of the Baskervilles".
Would you like to meet him, for real?" The Doctor leaned forward as if to see the pages. A big goofy smile appeared on Clara's face as she gave him the smallest of nods.
" Right then," He exclaimed, frantically puling seemingly random levers, "GERONIMO!"