"Doctor,iIf I can't even find the loo on my own in your ship, how the hell am I supposed to fly it?!"
This new Doctor looked at her with wide eyes and then frantically ran around the console.
"Okay, just like last time. We're crashing."
He stared at the monitor for a second then turned to Clara with a smile.
"We're not crashing!"
"We're not?" She asked as relief rushed through her.
"No, no we're not crashing. Something's crashing into us!"
She rolled her eyes. Wonderful, she thought. She was about to voice some of her opinions out loud when the tardis took a sickening lurch, and threw them both on the ground. She looked up at the Doctor and studied his now much older features for the first time and looked at him for an explanation.
"Don't you worry, my impossible girl. I don't know what hit us, but nothing's getting past those doors."
She sighed and reached for his hand and as they dusted themselves off, the tardis doors flew wide open.
"You are really not getting it today, are you?" She asked with one slim eyebrow raised.
He stared open-mouthed at the door and a young, blonde woman ran in looking as frazzled as they did.
She stopped when she looked at the Doctor and Clara, confusion written all over her petite features.
"Daddy?"