"Doctor, where have you parked us?" Amy said, sticking a head out of the TARDIS. They seemed to be in a small, metallic room, heavy steel pipes lining the walls and rust creeping in at the edges.
"Oh, I dunno, some space ship, anywhere between the 30th and 50th century, haven't a clue where it's going though," He hopped out and stumbled slightly, unaware, once again, of his own body. "Let's go find out."
Amy casually followed him through a doorway on one side of the room. It led into an equally metallic hallway, until they eventually entered a small, white laboratory. Its walls were lined with test tubes and beakers sealed inside heavy glass cabinets, and there were several silver work benches in the middle. A small plump man, in his early sixties, with balding grey hair and thick rimmed glasses looked up from his notes when the Doctor and Amy entered the room.
"How did...oh never mind," He got up from his chair, muttering to himself. "Journalists, I presume? You people get everywhere. Come along." He said, heading out another door. The Doctor and Amy looked at each other briefly before following behind.
"The Captain's holding a talk in the control room. You're supposed to be in there, not snooping around the lower deck." He sighed heavily.
"And, uh, what's the talk on again? Reporting skills are a little lacking." Amy asked, peering down at the small man.
He stopped and looked at her in a confused manner. "On the expedition girl, what else would it be on?"
Amy nodded in fake realisation.
They entered many corridors, took an elevator up several floors, and eventually walked through to a large control room. Thousands of flashing, beeping buttons lined control panels all around the room, and a lengthy window lay just above them, looking out to the empty space outside. A tall man, in his early thirties Amy guessed, was stood in front of the window, facing around thirty people of various alien races. He was wearing an all-white suit, with no trace of colour, and a navy beanie hat, akin to a sailor's. His face was unshaven, which seemed unusual both given his role and this formal presentation to a large group of people. His hands were shaking slightly, and his voice seemed to waver every now and then. Amy and the Doctor stood at the back of the room, and the man who had brought them trundled back down the corridors.
"...and this has been my life's dream to take captaincy of a mission such as this." They caught, as the man paused to compose himself once again.
"It has been a long and tiring journey for as all, but I thank you for sticking with us because, as I'm sure you're all aware, the wait will be worth it." There was a mild muttering in the room. The Doctor looked at Amy and mouthed "Ooh."
"Now, if you'd like to all gather around the window." The man turned around and the group of people shuffled forward into more of a horizontal line.
The Doctor and Amy stood on tip toes behind them, and could make out the faint image of a large, baron planet ahead. It seemed muddy and desolate even from where they were standing.
"As you can see we have almost reached our destination. This will mark a historic mission, one that will explain if there is still life on Earth."