Disclaimer: All characters following are property of the beeb. Life is SO unfair.
Fine Print
Donna turned to him, for the third time in ten minutes, staring out at the brilliant pure whiteness that stretched out endlessly before them.
"What time is it now?" she sighed.
"About three minutes since you last asked me that question" the Doctor replied, a hint of irritation detectable in his voice.
"This isn't like the brochure at all, is it?"
"Nope".
"In fact, I would say this is possibly the dullest planet in the universe" she grumbled.
"Actually, probably in any universes. I've seen most of 'em".
"'Paradise of the Tranquilities*' ?" she sniffed "More like Paradise of the mind-numbingly boring-s" .
"How about 'Planet of the Comatose'?" he joked back. She smiled, appreciating his effort to amuse her.
"What say we get out of here?" she suggested.
"Yeeaaaah, let's do that" he agreed.
She grabbed his hand and they all but ran for the TARDIS.
Later that evening, together on the sofa, her head in his lap, she looked over the brochure again.
"Did you see all this legal mumbo-jumbo on the back?" she asked, craning her head a little so that she could see his face.
"Nah, I kinda skipped over that part", he answered not looking up, continuing to read his book.
"Ah, big mistake there, Spaceman, you missed the fine print". A good temp always checks the fine print.
"Sorry?" he looked down at her with a quizzical expression and she bit her bottom lip. Damn, but he looks so adorable in those glasses, all intellectual and rumpled.
Regaining her train of thought, she pointed to some tiny writing on the back page.
"See there?" she said, "If we'd read that, might've saved us a lot of, oh, I dunno, boredom".
He followed her finger and she watched his lips move as he read the offending text and then started chuckling:
'*Formerly known as the Planet of Absolutely No Outrageous Amounts of Running at All'.