I own nothing obviously
It began like any other morning/day/night on the Tardis. In a room that even after all this time was still a canvas of pinks in various shades a female human began to stir as the Tardis made the lighting reflect a typical morning sunrise on earth.
At first all that could be seen on the bed was a mop of blonde hair desperately in need of a roots touch-up, then arms, head and body as the female reluctantly sat up. Her first act after stretching was to check the room for a brown blur and a voice that usually woke her with some strange and interesting fact.
"That's odd" she remarked seeing no sign of him and no sound of his voice to indicate his presence. Shrugging her shoulders she crawled out of bed and moved into the bathroom grimacing at the reflection staring back at her from the mirror, before stripping out of her pajamas and climbing into the shower to rinse away the last of the cobwebs of sleep.
Ruminating on the whereabouts of a certain individual she methodically washed her hair before stepping out of the shower to dry and ready herself for what she could only imagine would be a tiring but thrilling day…..if she had any inkling of what lay in store she would never have left the safety of her bed