"Y'know, I may have been to the future and spent a year in the Cretaceous, but this is actually my first time on a spaceship," commented Connor as he followed the Doctor through one of the Enterprise's many corridors.
"What about the Tardis?" asked the Doctor, sounding slightly indignant.
"Well, yeah. I suppose if you count it as I spaceship then this would be the second one I've been on," Connor conceded, "But I mean, it's not really a spaceship, is it? Not without lasers and a warp drive."
"Lasers!" the Doctor exclaimed, "And who needs warp drive when you have access to all of time and space?"
"I dunno, maybe..." Connor's voice trailed off and he suddenly pointed at something ahead of them, "What's that?"
They headed towards it and Connor gingerly prodded it with his foot as the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and quickly scanned the object.
"Is it dangerous?" Connor queried as the Doctor pocketed his sonic screwdriver.
"Not unless you have an intense fear of pillows," the Doctor replied.
"What's a torn up pillow doing here?" asked Connor, glancing up and down the corridor as though expecting to see the perpetrator lurking about.
"I think..." the Doctor began, but was drowned out as someone in a nearby room suddenly shouted.
"When you asked to partake in the "human tradition of pillow fighting" I didn't think you were raging war!"
"I do not understand your objection to..." started another voice, which was quickly interrupted by the first voice.
"Damn it Data, you murdered my pillow!"
"...we should leave," the Doctor promptly decided, grabbing Connor's elbow and half-dragging him away from the commotion.