The Doctor wasn't sure how long he'd be out. He decided to take a short trip to another planet. This particular planet was quite new in the year 3022. It had only recently been discovered, and was called Planet E. Even the inhabitants on Planet E4 referred to it as so. The Doctor felt bad going here without Clara, but he needed an escape from the average lifestyle she wanted.

The first thing the Doctor saw as he got off the TARDIS was an empty field of fuchsia grass. The sky was a sea green, and had bright blue clouds floating around. The entire planet was basically a color-warped version of earth- except the inhabitants.

People on Planet E4 had completely white skin. Not just pale, it was white as snow. Other than that, everybody had a single colored horn protruding from their forehead. The Doctor had to take a moment to realize that these people were basically human shaped unicorns.

The Doctor, as usual, did everything he could to interact with this species. Upon investigating, he found that the horns could perform certain tricks depending on their color. The red ones could do water bending. The blue ones did wonders with the earth. The white ones shot fire, and the green horns could create ice and snow. However, something wasn't right. It was time for the Doctor to meddle a bit.

"Excuse me, is there anybody in charge here?" he asked a passing stranger.

"Not here, we get along fine without one."

"How can that be? Are there no crimes? Mysteries? Government?" This planet was quite curious to the Doctor.

"No sir, not on Planet E4."

"Thank you, ma'am." The Doctor knew there had to be some sort of supreme ruler somewhere on this planet. Why did he care? Everything was fine and dandy, so why should he worry. Nonetheless, he continued to investigate.

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Clara woke up the next morning feeling refreshed as ever. She got out of bed, and went to make breakfast for her and the Doctor. After a few minutes, she realized something was off. The Doctor was usually so awake and lively, especially in the mornings. Maybe he was just sleeping in- yeah, that was it. She went about her business.

"Doctor, I made you breakfast!" She walked into his room to give him his breakfast. Exactly what she thought- he was still asleep. She laid the tray on his bedside table and closed the door behind her.

With the Doctor still asleep, she wasn't really sure what to do with herself. What do people normally do when they lived in a flat? Probably work, but she doesn't have a job. They had only moved in yesterday, and they hadn't had much to unpack. The flat was clean, and there was nothing to do. Clara decided to go shopping.

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Back on Planet E4, the Doctor was doing all he could to figure out how these people were living such perfect lives. He was there for four days, and nothing interesting happened. 'Maybe they don't actually need someone to be in charge of them,' he thought. 'No, that can't be right. They always need somebody to make sure they get things done.' He meddling intensified.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you have a moment?" Asked the Doctor to a passerby. "My son is doing a science project on this planet, and he needs me to help him," everything he said was a lie.

"I guess so, what do you need me to do?" asked the woman, with a red horn.

"Can you come with me please? It will only be a moment, I promise." The woman agreed, and the Doctor took her to an alleyway with no other people. He went to work.

The Doctor kissed this woman, with fake passion and completely imaginary lust.

"What are you doing? I am married!" The woman pushed the Doctor away, and then stumbled to the ground mumbling random gibberish. The Doctor wiped his lips, disgusted.

"I knew having River's lipstick would come in handy one day." He pulled his screwdriver out of his jacket, and pointed it at the unconscious woman on the ground. He scanned her, checked his screwdriver, then put it away.

"Mind control- I knew it." The Doctor was angry that somebody was controlling this civilization's choices, yet he was thrilled that he would have the chance to do something interesting. The Doctor had a reason to stay out of his drab flat, and he didn't feel so guilty anymore.