I write all my fanfiction on my phone, apologies for typos (I think I got rid of them all).

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The Doctor grinned at his two companions. "See? Isn't this fun?"

Amy and Rory exchanged a glance.

"Sure, Doctor," the redheaded girl nodded. "Sorry, what's this place called again?"

The time lord grinned cheekily. "Bottom of the Keyboard."

"Yeah, still not getting it."

The Doctor sighed in playful frustration; he knew he'd have to explain it to the two. "You see, the bottom of the keyboard is the..."

"Pedal?" Supplied Rory.

"No!" Well, technically yes. But not the point. "The bottom of the keyboard is the space bar. It's a space bar. We're in a bar... In space. A space bar." The Doctor smiled broadly as Rory smacked himself on the forehead. "Love a pun."

Then he stood up. "I'm going to pop off to grab my special straw; it adds extra fizz. You two do... Whatever you Ponds do when I'm away." He paused briefly, contemplating what he'd just said, then shrugged and hopped off his swivel chair (love a swivel chair!) before walking off.

The T.A.R.D.I.S was just as he'd left it: sitting outside, waiting for her thief as always. He snapped his fingers and the doors opened smoothly.

Lately the Doctor had become accustomed to leaving his key inside the T.A.R.D.I.S somewhere... Snapping was so much cooler! And less risk to key-thieves and intruders.

Now, where was that fizzy straw...

There! He walked over the the shelf of the T.A.R.D.I.S kitchen and grabbed the straw, popping it his mouth.

Then he stopped, spotting what lay beside the straw - his old vortex manipulator!

Good times, the Doctor thought. Well, good times for the most part. There had been that one time that he'd accidentally zapped into the women's restroom at Buckingham Palace... That most certainly hadn't been one of the good times.

Absentmindedly wondering whether the queen had taken into consideration his proposition for a fez instead of the usual crown, the Doctor picked up the vortex manipulator and left the blue box, being sure to snap the doors shut and locked behind him.

Dooweeeooo, he hummed to himself. Hmm. That'd make a good song. Weeeoooweee...

Examining the vortex, he realized with a frown that it was broken.

Hmm... Should be easy to fix.

He pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his inner pocket and, straw in his mouth, vortex in hand, he sonic-ed the traveling device.

Wait, was I supposed to hold down this button? Oh, no, WRONG BUTTON! were the Doctor's last thoughts before a giant spark flew out of the manipulator and everything went white.

- somewhere/when far away -

"Rose," Ten smiled. "Welcome to Space Florida's most beautiful beach - Space Tallahassee."

The Doctor and Rose stood together, wind blowing through their hair as they gazed at the fascinatingly purple ocean and sky as waves flowed in and out, in and out.

Rose raised an eyebrow, looking down at the colorful paper she held in her hand. "Looked different in the brochure... A lot... Closer."

"Eh," the Doctor tilted his head to the left in agreement. "They always do."

"How do the people even get over there? Swim?"

"I don't think they're very interested in the beach."

Between the two and the beach, a recently built mile long pool (literally, miles long) stretched as far as the eye could see. Beside the pool, off to a distance, sat an enormous resort. People sat around the pool, neglecting the empty beach and updating Twitter and whatnot.

"People these days," The Doctor shook his head. Space Florida used to be so much more appreciated before things went modern; not a soul was on the beach. "Funny little humans, always on their little devices."

Rose nodded.

"Well," the Doctor glanced at his friend. "Lucky I brought this along, eh?" He pulled his vortex manipulator out of his coat pocket.

His companion smiled, her tongue between her teeth as he strapped it around his wrist.

"Hang on tight, now, don't wanna get caught in the vortex - never trying that ag -"

- There was a brilliant flash of light and suddenly, in his place, stood a shorter, slightly stunned-looking man in a bow tie.

He blinked, confused. "Oh, hello."

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- Impossible Oswin