AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Doctor is such a name dropper.
OUTSIDE MICROSOFT HEADQUARTERS, SEATTLE, WASHINGTON
The Fourth Doctor was humming to himself as he stood looking down at the console. "I told you, Bill," he muttered to himself. "You needed more work before you released that version of Windows. But would you listen…?"
Suddenly the exterior doors swung open and Adric staggered in.
"Made it!" the boy exclaimed.
The Doctor looked up sharply. "Adric! What do you think you're playing at?" he demanded. Then he frowned. "And yhy are you covered in mud?"
"I got trampled," Adric replied as he staggered further into the room.
"Trampled?"
"In the running of the bulls in Barcelona."
"Adric, the running of the bulls takes place in Pamplona, Spain, not Barcelona," the Doctor corrected.
"What!"
There was an explosion of giggles and titters outside the TARDIS.
Adric turned and stormed out the doors. "You said we were in Barcelona!"
A moment later, Sarah Jane Smith came through the inner door. "Did I just hear someone, Doctor?"
The Doctor pulled the door lever and then hit the dematerialization switch. "Oh, just someone I won't meet for several seasons yet. Nothing to concern yourself with."
"Oh, good," Sarah replied. "Because the swimming pool has just turned to Jell-O, the lawn in the meadow room has turned carnivorous, there's nothing but dog biscuits in the larder, and we're out of tea."
The Doctor groaned, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "Alright. I don't suppose it could get much worse, could it."
"That depends…"
The Doctor's eyes narrowed. "On what?"
"I'm also two weeks late."