Chapter 2

As Clara stepped into the TARDIS, she gasped. This was not the TARDIS she was used to. The Control Room seemed to be made of coral, and it glowed orange. Clara noted that the controls of the console were different, but the general components were unchanged.

"Hello?" Clara called as she paced around the console. As far as she could tell, it was empty, the mysterious voices nowhere to be found. Should I fly it? Clara thought to herself.

As if the TARDIS was reading her mind, a hologram popped right next to her of a tall, thin man in a brown pinstripe suit and burgundy Converse.

"Welcome to the 'Flying The TARDIS Walkthrough'. If you are seeing me, this means that the TARDIS doesn't recognize you, or she won't let you fly her, or both. Anyway, I'm here to help you fly the TARDIS, and go wherever you want to go." Clara suddenly realized that this was one of the voices that she had heard outside.

Well, a few Doctor-free hours would be nice, I guess, Clara thought. Luckily, she had her 101 Places to See book practically memorized, so she had a few ideas.

"First, spin the Time Wheel to determine how far forwards or backwards in time you want to go. Then..."

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The Ninth Doctor and Rose were at the console, laughing.

"And then, the Daleks tried to corner me with their toilet-plunger arm, but I disabled them with my sonic!"

Rose smirked. "So where's Susan now?" The Doctor's face suddenly became depressed. A loud groaning noise shook the TARDIS.

"She's being flown against her will!" the Doctor shouted over the shuddering engine. He flashed his sonic screwdriver at the console, then stared at the monitor incredulously.

"What does it say?" Rose asked. If the Doctor didn't know what was going on, things weren't good.
"No External Source," the Doctor read off, "which means..."

"This is bad?" Rose guessed.

"No," the Doctor replied, "this is FANTASTIC!"