Hello there:)

So, just so you know, this isn't a real chapter. Sorry! Next one's gonna take me a while, I haven't had any time to myself and my internet's been wacky, so I haven't been able to watch Doctor Who, which I usually do as I write each chapter.

This chapter's just an interlude, and somebody asked me if I could make Kylie visit a room in the TARDIS that's not usually used in the fanfics. As of yet, I don't think I've ever encounter a story with a ball pit in it so... yeah.

It's really short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway:)

Walking around the TARDIS was an adventure, in some ways even more exiting than following the Doctor around.

The Doctor had told me to find a room and settle. The room I chose was sparse and clean, and I liked the thought that I could slowly fill up the shelves and the tables with new souvenirs from my adventures.

It was strange, how the rooms changed every so often. I'd asked the Doctor and he'd simply shrugged, saying something about the TARDIS' mood swings, whatever that had meant.

It became clear after a while. The TARDIS seemed to have a sense of humor, and I seemed to amuse her.

What had one day been the door to a bathroom, the next day became a ball pit. I'd walked in without paying attention, and found myself gasping with my heart stuck somewhere in my throat as I'd try to make sense as to why I was suddenly surrounded by colorful plastic balls.

The next day, it was a bathroom again.

Martha laughed every time she found me scowling at a door, perplexed as to why my room was no longer that, but instead a greenhouse, or why the hall that lead to the console room lead to a dusty attic, filled with relics that I didn't have time to explore, the Doctor calling out my name incessantly.

It befuddled me why the kitchen couldn't simply remain a kitchen, instead of randomly appearing as a library-kitchen, or a dining room-kitchen, or even an engine room-kitchen.

It seemed to amuse the TARDIS endlessly, or so the Doctor told me.

I'd grabbed the dark leather jacket I liked from my room, quickly heading towards the bathroom before heading back to the console, where Martha and the Doctor were waiting. I'd opened the door slowly, peeking in and looking around.

The bathroom had once again become a ball pit.

I'd grinned. "Ha! I win this time."

Deciding I could find a bathroom wherever the Doctor was taking us, I'd run off to the console room. On my way, I'd suddenly tripped in a nonexistent bump, holding on to a random door as I'd tried to keep my balance, feeling it give away underneath my weight, and fell through.

I'd opened my eyes, and immediately started cursing. I'd fallen once again into the ball pit.

"Damn sentient ship." I'd grumbled, taking hold of the ladder that would take me back to the hall.

The Doctor had been waiting for me there, having wondered what had been taking me so long, and he seemed to have been holding back a grin.

I glowered. "Stupid TARDIS."

A fully-fledged grin spread across his face. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. She likes you."

"It's not mutual."

However, it kind of was. Not that I would ever be admitting that out loud. Not until she stopped messing with me. And apologized.

I'd brought Martha into my room one time, and she was surprised.

"Your room is so…" She'd dragged out, looking around. "So empty."

I'd blinked. "Yours isn't?"

"No, it's cozy." She smiled. "Kind of reminds me of home."

I'd pondered over that a while, and reluctantly admitted to myself that I owed the machine a thank you. If my room had looked anything like the one I'd had back in Orisen…

I would have probably cracked.

The room seemed to me like a clean slate. Nothing that would remind me of my past. Just somewhere I could fill up with new memories.

"I like my room." I begrudgingly admitted out loud when I was finally alone.

There was no response, and I wasn't surprised, though I knew she probably understood, however much a sentient machine could under the circumstances.

I'd grinned. "I still don't like you, though."

I'd stepped out from my room, and immediately fell into another ball pit.

"I really, really, don't like you."

Wading through the balls, looking for the bracelet that had fallen off, I couldn't even make myself believe that one.

Damn ship.