"What's happening?!" Clara yelled over the sound of the TARDIS.
"I don't know. I've lost control. I have no idea where we're going," the Doctor said as he flipped switches and pressed buttons. He looked excitedly over at Clara. "Exciting isn't it? Geronimo!"
They landed with a jolt that knocked them both over. Clara quickly picked herself up.
"Where are we?" Clara asked, brushing herself off.
"I have no idea," the Doctor replied, grinning.
"When are we?" Clara asked.
"No clue," the Doctor answered. "Let's go find out shall we."
Clara ran to the door of the TARDIS and looked out. "Looks like London," she said, stepping out onto the sidewalk. The Doctor quickly followed. He glanced around and paled.
"Clara, get back in the Tardis, will you please?"
She turned around and looked at the Doctor's outstretched hand. "Why?"
"Because this is bad. This is really, really not good."
She took his hand as he turned and opened the TARDIS door.