The Doctor danced round the console, pressing buttons and flicking switches, twirling and clapping excitedly as he prepared to take his Impossible Girl off on another adventure.
"So where are we going this time chin boy?" asked Clara, running round the console after him. She would never grow tired of his child-like nature, nor the multiple places he took her to.
"Well Miss Oswald, we are off to the land of Foc."
"Sorry?!"
"Foc. F-O-C"
"Oh, I thought you were implying something else chin." She raised her eyebrows at him suggestively.
The Doctor looked dumbstruck for a moment, then it hit him and he gasped and started flapping his long limbs.
"Clara! I didn't-I did not mean-I will not tolerate-"
"Save it Doctor." The short brunette was smirking at him.
The Doctor opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by a loud alarm bell ringing from the console.
"What's that?" exclaimed Clara, staring at the console.
"I don't know." Replied the Doctor, flicking between screens on the T.A.R.D.I.S detector systems until he found the one he was looking for.
On the screen, flashing red was a message, reading one word: HELP. – M.G
"It's a distress signal from a nearby system" said the Doctor, fiddling with the controls,
"But where is it coming from?" asked Clara, worriedly.
"That's what I'm trying to find out." The Doctor fiddled with the controls some more, then with a small noise of joy he found it and the data came up on the screen: MESSAGE ORIGIN:
CALCULATING
CALCULATING
CALCULATING
AKHATEN.