Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own David Tennant. Nor do I own Doctor Who.
Bonk! The Doctor whacked the TARDIS console with his mallet and hollered, "Come on!"
"Doctor," Martha scolded, but the rest of her sentence turned into a scream as the TARDIS lurched dangerously from side to side.
Bits of the console burst into flames. Other bits fell off and landed on the floor with loud bangs and clangs. The Doctor and Martha held onto the console, with Martha screaming in terror and the Doctor yelling with glee.
The lurching stopped. The flames died down. The bits that had fallen onto the floor lazily rolled in various directions, with some of them dropping into the gap in the floor where the Doctor had been just a few moments before.
"There we are!" The Doctor exclaimed, leaping to his feet and helping Martha up. "Perfect landing! Well, could have been worse. Well... Could have been better. Where are we?"
Martha shook her head and followed the Time Lord out the door. "Earth?" She asked, looking at the old mansion before her.
"Looks like it," the Doctor replied, putting on his glasses and bounding up to the front door. "In fact," he called over his shoulder, "this place looks familiar." Martha nodded in agreement as he rapped on the door and asked, "Anybody home?" He looked upwards and, taking in the decrepit exterior, murmured, "I'd think not," before swinging the door open and stepping inside.
The inside was worse than the outside. There was very little furniture, except for the broken clock on a crooked mantelpiece and an overturned chair. There was no wallpaper or paint on the walls, and there were holes in the plaster. Hanging from the ceiling was what Martha supposed used to be a chandelier, but now it was a mess of wires and tiny, dirty, tear-shaped crystals. It smelt of mold and damp walls, and Martha pulled her jacket tightly around herself and shivered. She glanced at a newspaper on the floor and picked it up.
"Doctor!"
"Yes?"
He peeked around the corner, but she simply held out the newspaper to him.
"Seven disappearances in Wester Drumlins mansion. Police have no leads." The Doctor glanced at Martha with wide eyes before dashing to the TARDIS.
Underneath the headline was a picture of the mansion they had just stepped into.
"That girl. That girl!" The Doctor said, racing around the TARDIS and frantically turning everything upside down. "She gave us that folder! It had a picture of that mansion in it!"
"Do you think this is it, Doctor?" Martha said, standing in the doorway.
He glanced at her before delving into a strange-looking box and pulling out various bits and pieces. "I don't know," he confessed. "But it's better to be safe than sorry."
The Doctor pulled out the folder that the girl had given him all those months ago. "Here it is!" He exclaimed, opening it.
"Bring it outside," Martha said.
The Doctor skimmed through the contents as he followed Martha back outside. "A ha! Here it is!" He pulled out a picture and handed it to Martha. Sure enough, it was the same mansion they were now staring at. But something was different...
"Doctor!" Martha yelped, pointing shakily at one of the upstairs windows.
The Doctor followed her finger and blew out a breath. "Oh de-"