Vworp vworp rang out the TARDIS as it materialized in the middle of a large, metal room. Several doorways stretching into long corridors surrounded the big blue box, making the area reminiscent of an angled circle. Rose and the Doctor stepped out and looked around.
"Any idea where we are?" Rose asked, turning to look at the tall, thin man beside her.
"No idea," he furrowed his brow. The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and did his thing.
"We're on a spaceship, somewhere in the Nekeletta Galaxy, and there are alien life forms on board." He turned to look at her. "So, shall we?" The Doctor held out his elbow. Rose beamed, tongue-between-teeth, and slipped her arm in his.
Just as they were about to choose a corridor, however, someone came rushing into the room. It was a young woman, with long brown hair and a blue dress. She bent down, catching her breath, and then looked up. She stared at the Doctor with wide eyes.
"Oh my god," she muttered, in surprise of course, but almost as if she knew who the brown-haired man before her was.
The Doctor looked around, bewildered, and then seemed to realize that the stranger was confused because of him. "Do you… know me?"
"Sort-of. It's a long story." She stepped forward and grinned; right hand outstretched. "I'm Clara, Clara Oswald. And you're the Doctor."