Twenty-one days, four hours, and ten minutes ago, Rose Tyler was almost asleep on her feet. She stood in the console room wearing an uncomfortable Victorian dress and snow-caked boots. The snow was melting and her eyelids were falling.
"It's time for bed for you," the Doctor said, "you silly humans need at least eight hours and you haven't slept in at least a day. Off to bed now; down the hall, left then right. First door you fancy, the TARDIS will make you a room."
"What?"
"The TARDIS will make a room for you. Bed, now! You're no good to me if you're no good to me dead on your feet."
Rose just nodded, "g'night."
"Good night Rose."
She followed his directions (making a detour to the wardrobe to find pajamas) and opened the first door she found.
Well. This couldn't be right . The room that was in front of her was far to elegant, with a fireplace, dark wood paneling, and a giant four-poster bed.
It was a seriously big bed.
She shut the door. Nope, defiantly not her room.
She tried the next door.
And the next.
And the next.
They all revealed the same room.
Apparently, this was the one she was supposed to be in.
Chapter 2! Please tell me what you think! I don't own Doctor Who! (It's sad)