I sat on a sofa in the TARDIS, watching the Doctor pulling levers and pushing buttons. I watch him and smile to myself, remembering all the wonderful adventures I have had with this amazing man. Some were extraordinary, like when we went for a holiday on a planet where the sky was purple and the grass tasted like honey, and other times I truly thought I was going to die, like when the Daleks invaded Earth and we had to stop them. Throughout my travels I have come to realise that I am in love with this incredible man.

The TARDIS jolts and I am snapped out of my daydreaming. I jump off the sofa and head over to the Doctor, who is running around the console faster than ever. The TARDIS jolts again and we both go flying.

'What's going on?' I shout.

The Doctor is already back at the console. He didn't seem to hear me. The TARDIS jolts again, harder than previous times and lets out a long, sick sounding groan.

'Why is it doing that?' I ask.

'Hold down that lever there!' he orders, pointing to a small green lever to my right. I do as he says and the TARDIS shrieks and begins to shudder and jolt violently. I hold on tight.

'What's happening!' I shout, still holding on.

'Something has a hold of us,' the Doctor answers. 'We are being pulled in!'

'What has a hold of us?' I ask, feeling slightly worried but surprisingly excited. I knew we were in for an adventure!

'I don't know!' he shouts, grinning. 'I guess we will soon find out!'

The TARDIS spins wildly and we get thrown across the room. I land on the Doctor and we both laugh.

'This thing needs seatbelts!' I laugh, grabbing onto a pole.

'I know!' he shouts. 'But I've never quite got round to it!'

The TARDIS gives one more massive jolt and stops. I warily get back to my feet and notice the Doctor is already at the scanner.

'Where are we?' I whisper, walking over to him.

'Gah!' he shouts. 'It's broken!'

He bashes the side of the screen. He pulls out his sonic screwdriver and points it at the scanner which explodes in a shower of sparks. I scream and jump out of the way.

"Why do you do this to me!" he shouts angrily.

The TARDIS gives one last groan and the Doctor makes for the door. I follow.

'Stay here,' he says, knowing I probably won't. 'Who knows what is out there.'

I wait until the door has closed behind him before moving. I run to the door and press my left ear against it. I listen for several minutes, barely breathing but I hear nothing. Suddenly I hear a voice and I jump.

'Laura,' it was only the Doctor. 'You can come out, it's perfectly safe.'

I slowly open the TARDIS door and peek outside. I see the Doctor standing there, smiling. My heart skips a few beats. He has the most gorgeous smile! I step outside of the TARDIS and the Doctor takes my hand. The door closes behind me and I take a look at my surroundings. We are in a huge, empty, golden field that continues almost as far as the eye can see. The only thing breaking the field is what looks like a small town several kilometres ahead of us. In the centre of the little town a huge church rises up above all the houses.

'Shall we go take a look?' asks the Doctor.

'Why not!' I say, my eyes glued to the church. My stomach churns a little so I hold onto the Doctor's hand a little tighter. He starts walking towards the town and I follow.

We are halfway between the TARDIS and the town when the Doctor stops and looks at me.

'Are you okay?' he asks, examining my eyes.

'Yeah, why?' I say, leaning back a little.

'Your hand is getting really sweaty and your pulse is racing.' he places his hand on my forehead to feel my temperature.

'I'm fine. I really am.' I say but my stomach churns with unease. Something wasn't quite right. I could feel it.

'Well if you say so,' he sighs. 'Let's keep going.'

The Doctor starts moving again but I stay put and look up at the sky. Clouds have formed and covered the sun, making the day feel icy. I feel uneasy again and run after the Doctor.

Before we know it we are at the edge of the little town. It is shabby and dark and quiet. Too quiet. The Doctor walks around scanning houses with his screwdriver but I don't move and look up at the gloomy church looming overhead. On one of the balconies stands a statue of an angel. She is covering her eyes with both her hands, as if she were crying. She was quite beautiful. I look over at the Doctor, who is squinting at his screwdriver with his thinking face on. I look back up at the church. The angel had disappeared. I decided I must have been imagining things.

I run over to the Doctor, who is sitting on a letter box.

'So, what's the story?' I ask him.

'Abandoned,' he says. 'No one has lived here for at least thirty years. But I sense something's here. Something in that church.'

We both look up at the eerie church.

'Who or what would want to hide in that place?' I ask.

'I'm not sure,' he says. 'But I think it might have something to do with what brought us here.'