Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who,some lucky guy at the BBC does. Wish I did though...
Hello again! I'll cut to the chase, as I'm really bad at this type of thing. Keep reviewing!
"Where are we?"
Rose was looking completely befuddled. It looked like somewhere she had seen in a travel magazine, only it looked different.
"Venice, 6590AD." Trust the Doctor to know everything, even when he has no idea why we're here in the first place. Hang on, isn't Venice the city of love?
They were standing just outside a posh looking hotel.
"Shall we?" The Doctor's words cut through Rose's thought.
"…Oh, ok." She had just realised what was towering in front of her. She took the Doctor's arm and let him lead her into the hotel.
It was a nice place, she thought. Lots of cream coloured furniture. The walls were cream, the carpet was cream, even the little person behind the counter looked as if his skin was cream. They walked up to the counter (cream marble) and the Doctor said something in Italian. She watched him speak fluently and wondered where the heck he found the time to learn all these different languages. At last he finished talking and handed over his psychic paper. Very useful little gadget, but you mustn't let your mind wander when using it. Then another little person walked out from behind the counter and led them up the marble staircase.
Ok, plz keep R&R ing! Sorry if it's a bit cheesy, but like I said, it is my first fanfic!