The Doctor and Donna tumbled through the door of the TARDIS, choking as they slammed the door shut. "I am NEVER going there again!" Donna panted, trying to regain her breath.
"Well Donna, I'm as fond of insects as the next person, but I do tend to draw the line when they threaten to eat me and proceed to chase me across five rivers. So yup, I don't think we'll return in a hurry." He looked at Donna, who was staring at him strangely. "Oh no..."
"What?"
"You're wearing your 'I'm going to whine until we go somewhere I want to go' face."
"Pleeeeease?" She wheedled. He glanced at her, clearly trying to tell if it was worth attempting to divert her. He gave up.
"Oh...fine, just this once!"
"I'd like a restaurant, a proper restaurant with tables and napkins. It can be something alien but edible, please, we don't want another Kronkburger incident, do we?" The Doctor winced faintly.
"Go and get changed then." Without a moment's hesitation, Donna fairly sprinted off in the direction of the wardrobe, leaving the Doctor with his hands in his pockets. He smiled fondly after her, obviously oblivious in happy memories of them both.
A sudden wheeze from the TARDIS snapped him out of his trance, and he began to charge round the console in a kind of energetic dance. Frantic button pressing and switch flicking ensued, but soon he settled into a kind of graceful rhythm and stopped tripping over his converse-clad feet. A minute or so later, what looked like a piece of paper fluttered down from ceiling, seeming faintly green in the light from the pulsing column in the centre of the console. He caught it with agility, and proceeded to examine it. His brow furrowed as he realised it was an envelope- with two words on written on the front.
"The Doctor."