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Beep! Beep! Beep!
This was not good.
In fact, you could say this whole situation was a bit extremely, very, very, incredibly not good. Considering he had planned on popping over to Barcelona (not the noseless-dog one, mind you), and ended up careening though a massive and very unfriendly vortex, the Doctor couldn't help but be just a teeny tiny bit disappointed.
The unhappy Time Lord raked his hands through his hair, clutching at his head in frustration as the TARDIS ricocheted off the walls of the time vortex. Every alarm was sounding, the console glowing a bright, foreboding red. Sparks were flying from every direction- generally not a good sign, seeing as it indicated a large number of things that were going very inexplicably wrong. Suddenly, the TARDIS crashed into the time vortex again, sending the Doctor flying backwards. He scrambled to his feet and gripped the controls. Every button, switch, and dial he tried did nothing to stop his ship's sporadic movements.
"Come on, old girl," the Doctor looked pleadingly towards the flashing center column "tell me what's wrong. Tell me-"
Another crash; this time, sending the Doctor hurtling toward the front door. The open front door.