After having spent their last 'adventure' wading through a swamp for what seemed like three days, Donna is feeling like she deserves a vacation; somewhere sunny, warm and dry.
After taking hours in the bath, cleaning gunk off and out of places gunk shouldn't even be, Donna makes her way back to the console room. The Doctor is lying under the console making repairs again as she enters and quickly erects himself when he hears her.
"Sooo...where would you like to go next?" he asks.
"Somewhere warm and dry," she replies.
Typical. Warm and dry warm and dry. Humans...
"Hey, spaceman!" exclaims Donna, breaking into his train of thought. "Are you going to take me somewhere decent or not?"
"Okay...sure." He turns to the console, smiling. "We could go to Vivian iii. Oh, they've got a lovely park there. Or... We could go to Sulon Va Dia. Not only do they lovely beaches, but the have an absolutely fabulous banana cocktail drink, where they..."
"Enough talking, more driving, bub. I want to go there."
"You got it," he says as he springs into action; turning knobs, setting coordinates, and bashing levers. In a matter of moments, they land (roughly as usual).
"Let's go out and see, shall we. Oh, boy, I can't wait. Allons-y!" He grabs her by the arm, dashing for the door, a maniacal grin on both of their faces. Just when they have readied themselves for an evening of warm sand, cool ocean breezes, and of course 'fabulous banana cocktail' drinks, the doors open to reveal something not so expected.
"Doctor," says Donna, stating the obvious, "I may not be a genius, but this is not a beach!"
"Oops..."
Suddenly, sirens begin to go off all over the place. Several uniformed crewmen jog passed them in the hall.
"Wait a minute...I know this. Please tell this isn't what I think it is..."
"The Star Ship Enterprise."
"So, what you're saying is that we are in a flippin' TV show?"
"Yes."
"No. We can't be."
"But it is."
"Impossible."
"Possible."
"But it's not real. How could we be in a flippin' show?"
"Well, sometimes when you travel...what I am saying is that in other realities..."
"Out with it, Martian Man!"
"Sometimes one person's reality is another's television show." He winces, expecting to be slapped, but it doesn't come.
"But you're not saying that our reality is..." It takes the Doctor a moment to realize what she is implying.
"Ohhhhhhh...oh, my, no. Our reality is completely real."
END.