The Doctor and Rose in Paris
The door of the TARDIS opened and a fresh morning breeze blew in. The Doctor stepped out onto a lawn that was damp with dew.
"Ah, Paris! Great place, great food and great hospitality!" he cried.
"Paris? Ain't that supposed to be the city of love?" asked Rose, as she stepped out to join him. "Wonder why we're here?"
The Doctor looked thoughtful.
"I dunno, but we might as well make the most of it!" he said finally.
"Cool. Hey, is that the Eiffel Tower?"
"Yep, and it's much bigger up close."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
They walked down a deserted street. No one else was around.
The Doctor looked at a large clock in a shop window.
"That's funny, it's 10 o'clock. Everyone should be up and about!"
"Maybe it's Sunday and they're sleeping in."
"Seems unlikely. This is the most popular honeymoon destination in the world! There should be a few couples up and about!"
"Yeah, I suppose. Maybe—"
"Rose, don't move."
"Why? What is it?"
"You were about to step into a trap."
"What?"
The Doctor gestured at a rope with a loop tied at the end, lying on the ground.
"If you had put your foot in that loop, the man up on the roof would have pulled you in."
"What man?"
"Don't look, but there is a man on the roof of the shop to your left."
"Oh."
"Now stick close and let's get out of here now. I don't like the feel of this place."
The Doctor and Rose hurried out of the street onto the main road. There were a few people hurrying along. They all looked angry or scared.
"Something's wrong. This is meant to be the city of love! Where are the smiling faces and the loving couples? Oh something is very, very wrong."