We all know the sound, the wonderful sound of the TARDIS reaching its destination. Of course, we also know that the only reason it sounds like that is because the Doctor leaves the brake on. Still, it sounds better that way.
The blue box was sitting there, and the door opened to reveal the lovely Amelia Pond. However, she wasn't so lovely this time, considering the screwed up face she was making at where they were. She turned.
"Doctor, you need to learn how to fly this thing."
The Doctor came skidding up from inside the TARDIS.
"What are you talking-"
In front of them, there was a parking lot, scattered with people and market stalls displaying all types of grown food.
"Right…" the Doctor finally eeked out. "Last time I checked, this isn't what the 2nd moon of Jupiter looks like…"
Amelia looked up at the Doctor. "Do kinda feel like an apple or two right now…what about you?"
The Doctor simply motioned forward and Amelia giggled slightly and stepped out of the box onto the pavement.
Amelia was sitting, happily munching on a green apple, the Doctor was fiddling with his screwdriver. The green light kept flashing at random intervals, and he didn't was people to think he was responsible for all the phones in the area going haywire.
"Y'know," he said, the screwdriver still flashing into his eyes, "There are actually times I would rather enjoy myself than meddle in alien business. Every single time the damn TARDIS takes us somewhere I didn't tell it to, and every time my screwdriver starts acting all…GRR!"
The Doctor shook the screwdriver manically, grabbing the attention of some of the people around him. He quickly calmed down. Amelia leaned forward.
"What are you so angry about?" The Doctor huffed and draped his arms on his knees.
"There's something odd about this place. I think the screwdriver is picking something up and…" he shook it again. "I'm just a little tired of aliens for now. Can't we have a break?" He ran his fingers through his hair. "I mean, aren't you?"
Amelia swallowed and wiped her mouth. "I think you're forgetting that I am a human, and you are a Time Lord. I can't see anywhere or anytime by stepping into a magical box." She took a bite. "Not by myself, anyway."
The Doctor stood up, eyes locked on a man in a stall in the distance. He was packing up, and as far as the Doctor could tell, he was crying. Taking a deep breath, the Doctor pushed through the sea of people until he reached the stall, with Amelia following close behind.
"Excuse me?"
The man rapidly wiped his face before turning to the Doctor and his ginger companion. His face was still moist, but the boy tried to hide any sign of crying.
"I'm sorry, s-sir," he replied, sadness infecting his voice. "But we're closing down."
The Doctor slightly straightened his back. "I'm sorry as well, but you seem a little down. Do you need help? I am a doctor." For a second, he thought about showing his psychic paper, but decided against it.
"I apologize if you've seen it," the man sputtered before wiping his face again. "I haven't been able to hold myself together." He gestured to the stall. "My father owns this display, and all the food on it. He died yesterday."
Amy and the Doctor 'aww'-ed simultaneously.
"That's awful." Said Amelia.
"Do you mind me asking how?" asked the Doctor. Amelia slapped his shoulder and muttered 'rude' under her breath.
"No, it's fine." Said the man behind the counter. "But you might think I'm crazy."
"Believe me," interjected Amelia. She pointed at the Doctor. "This one is known to be crazy."
The man wiped his face again then leaned closer to them.
"Okay…okay, okay. He…was frozen to death."
"It's the middle of summer, how does a man die from cold?" Amelia once again slapped the Doctor, this time on the face.
"I'll tell you how," said the man. "I found him in his bathtub, encased in ice."