Winter's tale
"Where're we going?" Susan sat in the captain's chair in the TARDIS. Still feeling a little weird to be in the place of her grandmother's stories and even weirder that the crazy man bouncing around the console was in fact her great-great-grandfather.
"Dunno!" he announced proudly, "Where do you wanna go? We could go visit your family. It'll be fun to see their faces when they learn who I am." He flashed a big grin and she couldn't help grinning too.
"Nah. I don't really like all that domestic crap. Dunno where I've got it from really."
"From me. Always hated to visit Rose's mum. Well… mostly in my earlier incarnation. She slapped me. Just because I made a little mistake and returned with Rose 12 months later instead of 12 hours!"
Susan didn't answer that. Too busy rolling around on the floor, her sides hurting from laughter.
"Okay then we goes to… say… London… sixties. Could be fun visiting Ian and Barbara."
"Those people travelled with you and grandma?"
"Yep."
The landing was tough as usual and Susan couldn't help making a remark about the fact that he clearly hadn't become any better to fly the TARDIS over the years. Without waiting for an answer she walked outside only to see what looked like early 21st century London except from all the zeppelins.
"Guess we're a little off track." She called casually back to the doctor. Curious about what she meant he came outside too and stopped dead.
"Impossible. Impossible. Impossible!"