The TARDIS doors swung open, just like they always did. The Doctor loved the sound of the door hinges creaking, probably because it was always followed by a new and exciting adventure. After over 900 years of traveling in the blue box, it had never gotten old.
This time however, he didn't get to enjoy that feeling for very long. The minute Clara and the Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, they both were whisked away in opposite directions by some very serious looking people.
"What the hell..." said the Doctor, as the woman with him talked into a headset placed tightly on her head. She turned to look at him and gave a sigh.
"That was a good take Matt, but I think we need to reapply some of that makeup," said the woman with the Doctor. "I swear, sometimes it's like you don't even have eyebrows!"
"Matt? Who are you? Where's Clara?!"
"Someone's been in character for too long..." she laughed. "Stay put here, Steven's calling me."
"Steven? Steven who!?"
"Steven Moffat. Are you feeling all right?" The Doctor stared back at her and didn't reply. The woman rolled her eyes and muttered something about needing a pay-raise before walking away.
