The TARDIS casually crashed to a halt, causing its passengers to stumble, and clumsily sway into each other, in a rather undignified fashion. Both of them laughing at the Doctor's dreadful parking, they strolled out of the door and found themselves in a greying countryside, with unkempt grass that was fading to beige in the pathetic light of early winter dawn.
"Well, this is – enchanting." Lucy said, sarcastically.
She looked at the Doctor. She didn't want to seem like she was being rude. It was amazing that he could travel like this, and she was glad that he had chosen to take her with him (especially after their less than kind meeting). She only wished that they had arrived somewhere that seemed more interesting. If she wanted to see a dull countryside she could have done that quite easily without the help of an alien.
"Yeah, well, this wasn't what I'd expected either," the Doctor admitted, looking around to get the full measure of how uninteresting the scenery was. "Come on then," he called as he strode off in the direction of a distant kissing-gate, "let's have a look around. Meet the neighbours and all that."
Shaking her head at how the Doctor could enjoy even the dullest of destinations, Lucy skipped after him, her green tennis-shoes standing out against the feeble colour of the grass.
The Doctor stopped at the gate, checking his watch. He didn't have a clue where they were, and wasn't entirely certain of when they were either.
"Are you alright, Doctor?" Lucy asked, worried that their adventure had taken a bad turn already. "We're not lost, are we?"
"Not lost, no." He replied, tapping his watch, sure that it must be mistaken. "I just don't know where we are."
Lucy let out a gentle sign of amusement. "You were the one flying the TARDIS; shouldn't you know where we are?"
The Doctor gave her a slightly disbelieving look, and said, "no, of course not. What fun would there be in that? Honestly, don't they teach you how to have fun in your little human world?"
Lucy pursed her lips in vague annoyance. She disliked his attitude that she was so much different from him, just because she was human. She didn't choose what planet she was born on.
Leaning on the fence, so as not to look at the Doctor for a moment, Lucy noticed a building in the distance. It was a little thatched cottage, standing all on its own.
"Doctor, there's a house over there." The Doctor looked at her, unsure of her implications. "Shall we go and meet the neighbours then?" The Doctor smiled at her, and then followed her through the gate.