Flowing through a vigorous static flow of time energy in the vortex, the control room of the TARDIS jolted helplessly throwing the Doctor and Clara onto the railings surrounding the perimeter of the console, as if they had witnessed a minor earthquake.

"No- not now, sexy!" The Doctor moaned. "WOAAHH!-"

With the end of his tongue, the TARDIS interior shock with intensity pushing both of them back on to the console rim.

"Me? Sexy?!" Clara exclaimed in confusion, wisely gripping both her hands onto any knobs she could hold safely on the console.

"Sorry, I was talking to the TARDIS", the Doctor briskly apologised flicking a number of retro styled switches on the panel to speed up the number of parsecs per second the TARDIS was travelling in time and space.

Clara smirked in amusement into the Doctor's eyes, "You call it Sexy? Well you're definitely an alien that's for sure-".

"More to the point, we're in an ultra-tronic time wind, and all I need to do hopefully is to speed up the neutron magnetisers if we're going to make it out; without the TARDIS getting damaged," the Doctor interrupted breathlessly twisting a pair of roller balls into the necessary alignment for escaping the time wind. He continued winging childishly, "Common speed up."

Clara was now visually engaging at the Doctors attempt to fly the TARDIS, as if he was a little boy who had thrown away the instructions for his toy in over confidence; by the way his hands were swaying uncontrollably about the panel controls, and the winy facial expression he pulled when he got something horribly wrong, or simply forgot how to fly the TARDIS properly.

"Haven't you got any instructions for this ship then, Doctor; like an electronic toy has?" Clara asked curiously, staring at the wave of neon- like lightning revolving around the ceiling full of Gallifreyan artistic patterns; that reminded her of the disco she went to at her 6th Form leavers' prom several years back before she started babysitting, and caring for young children.

"Basically they're destroyed. Supernova," the Doctor quickly responded both not wanting to tell her the same story he told Amy Williams a year or so back in relative time to humans, and concentrating on speeding up the TARDIS without too much hassle.

"Alright then," Clara sighed. "Are we out of the time wind yet?"

"Just a sec there, Clara. Annnd done. We're out of the time wind! Ha-ha!" he cheered, straightening his classy, purple bow tie in the reflection of the console pillar reaching up into the ceiling of the room with a mystical emerald aura.

"Awesome. Now then, chin boy, where's this Inter- galactic shopping centre you mentioned?" she asked with excitement building up inside her to buy an alien souvenir until she looked at a shocked & mystified face of the Doctors' who was looking at their current location on his movable monitor.

"Oh dear. Oh this is a bit of a problem," the Doctor stated, twisting his head towards Clara.

"What is it? You look like I should be panicking," Clara commented.

"Rightly so, we have been nudged off course. Well I say a nudge more like a kick into an abyss on the edge of the expanding universe," the Doctor said coldly. "Clara, welcome to the end of space itself".