The Doctor leapt over the timey-thingymabob, and started practically button mashing the TARDIS's main control panel. He risked a quick glance at the screen above him. The cracked surface showed a line on a white backround. Just a plain black line running vertically down the screen. And suddenly a blue dot hurtled through the black line, and the TARDIS shook spiraled downward, and the Doctor knew they were near a planet with strong gravity. With a jolting BANG, the TARDIS stopped moving.
The Doctor rubbed his neck, which had experienced some whiplash over the years, certainly not helped by the sudden landing. He heard a door creak open and Amy yell, "Doctor! Are you all right?" to which he replied, "Yes, I'm fine! No idea where we are though!" He quickly smelled the air. Nope. Nothing familiar, except for trees and some sort of smell similar to construction heard Amy walk up behind him. "Should we take a look outside?" she asked curiously. "Well, how else will we know where we are? Besides, the TARDIS needs to rest a little before we attempt to fix her up" Walking toward the front of the control room, he boldly threw open the doors.
They appeared to be in some sort of forest. Over the horizon, he could just make out a clock tour of sorts, that seemed to be very grey, and industrial. "So we know there is some form of intelligent life here, then." he said, meaning the construction of the clock tower. "One without any sense of style, apparently" Amy retorted. Judging by the clock tower alone, they didn't exactly seem friendly. Still, he hadn't met them, so what could he say? "We wont know until we go meet them!" and off they went through the odd mix of blue and pink, green and brown trees towards the clock tower.