This is a fictional episode I'm writing about the Doctor and Donna travelling back to Tudor Times, to the court of Henry VIII where strange things are happening...
"I'm having, like, the BEST time with you, Doctor!" Donna said breathlessly, bounding around the TARDIS and clicking her fingers together enthusiastically. "I mean, how many people can honestly say they've travelled half way across the universe and back again in a flying wooden box?"
"Well, there have been several of them," the Doctor said innocently, leaning against a lever and pulling it forwards. "Say, I have an idea."
Donna spun around, her face pink with excitement and her eyes wide with anticipation. "God I love your ideas, Doctor! They're always so alien!"
The Doctor smiled and punched a button by his right ear inwards. The TARDIS immediately began pulsating, and the odd noise it radiated at the beginning of each journey echoed around the room. Donna did a little jig and beamed.
"So where are we going then?" she asked excitedly, running over to the stranger she barely knew and wringing his arm impatiently.
"Well, I dunno…I'd be lying if I said I had an idea, Donna," he said slowly, pulling more levers and poking more buttons. Donna tilted her head in confusion and frowned.
"But, you err, said you had 'an idea,'" she said, nodding her head and smiling crookedly. The Doctor simply shrugged and chuckled idly, "My memory isn't what it used to be, maybe that's it…"
While Donna pondered over this statement, the Doctor skidded round a corner and disappeared from view. The TARDIS was beginning to shudder and vibrate, whilst the engines revved with energy and the sound of the spaceship's ancient heartbeat amplified. Soon the Doctor was back and the pulsations had subsided.
"We've landed," the Doctor said happily, grinning and racing for the door. Donna hurried after him, her ginger hair swinging behind her like a silky pendulum. A bright shaft of light filtered into the TARDIS as the doorway swung open, and the distant, calm melody of birds singing could be heard.
Donna blinked stupidly in the dazzling light, but the Doctor had already jumped down onto the neat lawn below. Taking a steady step down onto the grass next to him, Donna looked around and was stunned at what she saw. Sloping down before them was a luscious green law littered with multi-coloured flowers and bordered by a high, neatly trimmed hedge. In the centre of the lawn was a large stone fountain, a steady rhythm of water spouting out of the top and spiralling down into a matching stone basin.
But beyond this, sitting proudly in the gleaming sunshine like a glittering brick jewel, was a palace. Donna gaped, and the Doctor continued to smile.
"So, umm, where exactly are we then, Doctor?" she asked after a few minutes, her mouth still hanging open.
"Well, we'll soon find out won't we?" the Doctor said, and taking Donna's arm he pulled her down the sloping lawn towards the palace.
Inside the palace, rising from his velvet-covered throne and tossing a bare chicken bone down onto his steel plate, a large man wearing a feather cap cleared his throat loudly and gestured at the richly dressed people sitting around him.
"My people, my subjects. Your company here today has been…" he was interrupted by three large bangs, and the heavy oak door at the end of the room creaked inwards. A small man crept into the large hall and cleared his throat hesitantly, his knobbly knees collapsing down onto the stone floor as he attempted a bow.
"My, my lord," he said croakily, removing his cap and staring wildly around at the mass crowd of courtiers that were sitting before him. "My lord we-we have intruders, out-outside. I'm afraid they're trampling the manicured lawns as we speak…"
The foreboding man at the head of the table slammed his fists down onto the polished wooden surface and roared in anger. Taking a large swig of wine from a jug by his elbow, he wiped his mouth and screamed, "BRING THEM TO ME!"
Springing upwards, the messenger spun around and cantered out of the room.
To be continued very soon