2. On the tarmac.
As they open the Tardis door a strong wind greets them, making large movements and a loud rustling noise in the branches of some of the adjacent trees.
Chloe begins to feel scared at the ferocity of the wind. But she's committed now, and she feels she can't back out.
They walk from the Tardis, emerging from the trees towards a tiny plane on the tarmac.
A maintenance engineer approaches them. "Is it you flying?"
They nod.
"Terrible day for flying," he says. "If it gets much worse they won't clear you for take-off."
"We'd better go while the going's good," the Doctor says.
"You'd better come over to the equipment room for your parachutes, then," the engineer says.
Their parachutes are already packed into neat, comfortable packs for them to sit on and they are soon strapped on.
"They won't let us fly without them," the Doctor says flippantly as if to say that he really didn't need one; a false form of bravado; but he knows the dangers and the rules.
Their "wings" for the day, the tiny aeroplane, looks so small and femma that Chloe quails.
"Are you doing alright," the Doctor asks.
"Yes," Chloe says, hoping her apprehension isn't showing. She has never put so much trust in her wristwatch before. Will it work when she needs it to?
The only other plane about to take off is about to taxi to the runway.
"That's the plane that history speaks of," the Doctor says. "It takes the mail. If the timings are correct it will fly at over 1500 miles per hour. That's unheard of today!"
As they taxi towards the runway, Chloe cowers in the back seat of their two-seater plane.
Why couldn't they get a plane with two seats next to each other? she thinks. Trying to touch each other in an emergency to see if the wristwatch Tardis works for two people is unlikely to work. Then, what will the Doctor do?
Chloe is worrying about lots of things!
The Doctor is happily chortling in the front seat. "Good old British technology! Did you know this plane is British made? So are the parachutes. They've never let me down!"
Being let down by a parachute seems like a joke to Chloe. Yes, the parachute lets you down... slowly! .
Airborne.
Once airborne, the Doctor heads after the other plane.
"The other plane is heading for that tornado spout," the Doctor says over the tiny plane's headset intercom. "Prepare for a lot of turbulence!"
Chloe wasn't expecting so much movement in the aeroplane as they move from an area of up-draught to an area of down-draught. The wind is tossing the little plane around.
They approach what looks like a horizontal cylinder in the sky with a fluffy composition. It looks a bit like a twister but horizontal.
"Do we go around the outside?" Chloe hopes they don't go inside the twister.
"No," the Doctor replies. "Far too dangerous. Inside is much more fun!"
With that, they near the open end of the twister.
Suddenly, it feels like a massive acceleration force grips the little plane, pushing them from behind. The air-speed gauge appears to be broken as it tells Chloe they are going far faster than the aircraft was designed for.
"Doctor, why is the air-speed gauge saying so fast?"
"Because the wind from behind is so fast," the Doctor says. "The wind is pushing us!"
"How do you keep control of the plane?" Chloe asks, scared.
"I'm just aiming at the middle of the cylinder," the Doctor says. "But the control surfaces are reversed as the wind speed is coming from behind. I have the ailerons fully to the left."
"What are they?"
"They're the wing control surfaces that we would turn the plane to bank left or right... Doesn't the view look pretty?" .
Chloe's so scared she can hardly bear to look out of the plane cockpit. When she does, she is even more scared as she sees tree leaves, twigs and other small flora swirling upwards on one side of them and downwards on the other side. She can see a sort of beauty in it, but as she is right in the middle of it, and she is scared, it hardly makes a positive impression.
"We must be nearly there now," the Doctor announces shortly. "The risky bit is entering and leaving the twister core."
The plane feels like it is decelerating for ages before the air-speed gauge moves away from its maximum designed setting.
"How fast did we go?" Chloe asks.
The Doctor glances at his sonic screwdriver. "At most, about eighteen hundred miles per hour," the Doctor says. "We're due to land at that airport over there."
As if to deny his words, a last piece of turbulence hits them. A large tree branch that had come through the twister collides with their small plane, the tailplane snaps off and they start to spiral down towards the ground.
"We won't make the runway," the Doctor yells, stating the obvious. "Can you operate your wristwatch Tardis?"
Chloe reaches forwards to the Doctor and grabs his wrist but can't press the button on her wristwatch to operate it. She needs both hands! The wrist with the wristwatch, and the other hand nearby to press the button.
"I need both hands, Doctor!" she yells.
"You use your wristwatch and I'll survive," the Doctor shouts. "Go on - activate it!"
"But what about you?" Chloe hesitates.
"I'll be fine, I always am!" the Doctor claims urgently. "Do it now!"
Chloe cries as she activates her wristwatch Tardis, leaving the Doctor behind and in jeopardy. She presses the button and thinks of home...
The airplane disappears and her lounge appears… along with her mother!
How awful to have to leave the Doctor behind! We know the Doctor always finds a way to survive. How will he do that?