Chapter 6: Meanwhile…in the TARDIS

"So, where to this time?" the Doctor asked loudly. "How about Woodstock, 3169; or maybe the very first Olympics?" he asked buzzing about the central console. "Oh, I know!" he screeched loudly, skidding to a halt, making the others jump. "Barcelona!" he flipped several switches and banged on the console.

"Oh, I've always wanted to go to Spain!" Amy smiled happily, clapping her hands together. River laughed and shook her head. "Oh, mother dear," she sneered softly. "No, Pond," the Doctor cooed. "Not the city Barcelona, the planet Barcelona!" he smiled broadly. "There's a whole planet called Barcelona?!" Rory gaped. "Oh, father dear. There is so much out there that you don't understand," River patted him lovingly on his shoulder. Rory shot her a look.

The Doctor looked awkwardly around the room. "Barcelona it is!" he shouted, turning to the console to enter the information.

Suddenly, the TARDIS lurched forward, jarring the quartet. It started to shake and spin, tossing them around like four life-size rag dolls. "What did you do?" River yelled over the roar of the engines. "Nothing! Nothing at all!" the Doctor yelled back. "What's happening?" Amy screamed, frightened. "We seem to be falling…" River called back. The Doctor attempted to read the blinking instruments. "Somehow, we're being pulled through time," the Doctor yelled, over the rush of the shaking TARDIS. "I guess this means no Barcelona!" Rory bellowed, holding onto the staircase railing.

"What are we going to do?" Amy called at the Doctor. "Just hold on!" he shot back. He reached for the controls, but a shockwave tossed him back.

As suddenly as it started, the shaking stopped. There was a loud grinding sound and a soft thud. "You still leave the parking brake on!" River rolled her eyes. "I happen to like it!" the Doctor retorted, peeling himself off the floor and examining the console. The lights flickered then went out; only the dim glow of the console lit the large expanse.

The Doctor pulled the view screen over to him. He hit it once. "Anything?" River asked, helping Amy to her feet. "Nothing…" he shot back, hitting the screen again.

"Do we know where we are?" Rory asked, pulling himself up and coming down the stairs. "No," River retorted. She punched several keys and buttons on the console. "It looks like we've only got minimal power; only back-up lights; no scanner." She turned and looked at the Doctor. "What's wrong, sexy?" he muttered to himself sadly, caressing and banging on the console.

"So, we don't know what is out there?!" Amy asked, fear creeping into her voice. The Doctor turned to the door and smiled. "Well, no time like the present to go exploring!" And with that, he ran for the door.

River grabbed him by his shirt collar and turned him to face her. "I don't know what's out there; and neither do you." she wagged a finger at him. "I know!" he grinned. "Fantastic, isn't it?" He wiggled out of her grasp and made it to the door. He placed a hand on the door latch and turned back around. "Coming?"

Amy smiled widely and skipped over to him; Rory sighed and made his way over to his wife. The Doctor looked expectantly at River, who hadn't moved. "Well?" he asked, a devilish smile on his lips. He opened the door slightly. They were assaulted by loud city noises; he pulled the door closed again. "Is your interest piqued yet?" he raised an eyebrow. She sighed and pulled her gun from its holster. "What are we waiting for?"

The Doctor smiled broadly. "That's the spirit!" He turned his attention back to the door latch. He turned it with a small flourish; he took a step then stopped short. He turned back to the others. "Now, who wants to go first?"