I took a deep breath before asking, "Doctor, what are you doing?" He was about an inch from my face, wearing his glasses.

"Your eyes. Do they often change color like that?"

"And, I have no idea what you're talking about." I took a step back, severely weirded out.

"Your eyes. They're normally blue, but occasionally, the flash green."

I shrugged. "How would I know what they do? I don't really spend much time looking at myself."

"All right," he said. He swiped his glasses off his face, spinning around. His Converse made a squeaking sound, and I found myself smiling despite the oddness of the past few moments.

Suddenly, I was thrown from where I stood. I hit my head hard, wincing in pain. "Doctor, what's happening?"

"The TARDIS. She's acting up." I watched him hit a few things, and kick the center console once. "And, we've landed."

"Awesome," I said, rubbing my head and getting to my feet. "We need to work on that part. Can't you fly this thing?"

"Of course I can," he said, pretending to be offended. "Well. Want to see where we've landed?"

"Yeah, yeah." He gave me a cheeky wink before yanking open the TARDIS' doors. We stepped out into a hallway with dull lights.

"Oi! You there! State your business!"

The Doctor spun around, clasping his hands together. "Ah, here's the fun part. Finding out where we are." I just shook my head as a man approached us.

"Who are you, and where did you come from? And what's this…thing?" He gestured at the TARDIS.

"My spaceship," the Doctor said matter-of-factly. "Isn't she lovely?"

"Yeah, lovely. Great. Well, how did you get here?"

"Bit complicated, really. Involves…flux…capacitors and such. It's all very complicated, really. Anyway, where is here?"

"You're aboard the Rose Garde."

If I hadn't been watching, I'd have missed the flicker of sadness that crossed the Doctor's face. "Rose, you say?" He frowns.

"The Rose Garde II. First one fell apart. And so's this one."

"That sounds bad," I said, frowning. "Are we in space right now?"

"Are you loony? Of course we're in space."

"All right," I snapped. "No need to get touchy."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry. It's just, the ship's been stuck for a few days now. We were supposed to reach our destination yesterday. It's…frustrating, being stuck in such a small space with a handful of people." He shrugged. "I'm Tomas, by the way."

"I'm Lissa," I said, shaking his offered hand. "This is the Doctor."

"A doctor, you say?"

"Sometimes," the Doctor replied.

"Ain't you got a proper name?"

"The Doctor, if you don't mind. Now, Tomas, what's the problem with this ship?"

"Well, it wasn't built with enough parts, for starters. The engines are shutting down more and more every day. Soon, we'll be out of oxygen."

"Don't you just recycle it?"

"But with no power getting to the engines, there ain't no recycling getting done." Tomas shook his head. "Like I said, this ship doesn't have enough parts to keep it running."

"Well, I happen to know a lot about space travel. Perhaps I can help you out."

"Best take you to the captain then. Mind you, I think it's a lost cause."

"Never a lost cause when I'm around."

"You are a lost cause, Doctor," I said.

"Hey!"

I grinned. "I mean, it's true."

He shook his head. "Do ignore my companion. Anyway, the captain?"

"Right, right. Mind you, he's getting testier and testier, the longer we're stuck in this tin can. If he snaps at you, just remember that."

"Will do," I replied.

"Well, follow me then. And God help you for getting stuck with us."