Peri B. lay down in her new room in the TARDIS. The first time she'd slept in the TARDIS, Turlough, a previous companion of the Doctor, had plopped her down in his bed to recover from a near-drowning experience. It hadn't been very comfortable, and she had awoken to see her stepfather (who wasn't really her stepfather at all, but a droid who was being controlled by the Master) telling her that they couldn't go home yet.
Now that she was an official member of the crew, Peri was given her own room just down the hall from the main control room, complete with a private bathroom. No tub, she had noticed, but she was too tired to get up and ask the Doctor now. Also, there was no wardrobe or closet. Too tired to ask. She sighed and crawled under the covers. They were light and fluffy, just like she imagined clouds would be. And cool, like the ocean.
Within moments Peri had fallen asleep. And, within moments she was rudely awoken by someone singing in her bathroom. A nice soprano voice, similar to her own, was singing a popular tune very loudly while a hair dryer blew in the background.
Peri sat up quickly, frowning. Why had the Doctor given her a room that belonged to someone else? In fact, why hadn't he even mentioned that there were others on board the TARDIS? She was going to have to ask him about this right away. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and was about to hop off when the bathroom door opened…