River
"Sweetie, you're doing it all wrong! No wonder you never end up in the right place. You never even use the sat-nav," I really was fed up with my husband; he never listened to me when I taught him how to fly his own TARDIS.
"But I like going to the wrong place," The Doctor frowned defensively at me, "It's more fun."
"Not when we're supposed to be taking my parents to Barcelona," I was starting to think we would never get there.
I snatched the controls and slammed the brakes down, parking her neatly in the back garden on the patio.
"Doctor!" Amy shoved past me and practically strangled my husband which left me to an awkward greeting with my husband.
"Hello Dad," I smiled, epically unperturbed by the situation.
"Err, River, hi," Rory fidgeted nervously before walking over to the Doctor.
I spoke to Amy, "Mother!" I hugged her.
"So?" She smiled expectantly.
"What?" I asked
"Where-or when-are we going?" She asked.
"Barcelona!" The Doctor announced, beaming, "Not Barcelona the city, Barcelona the planet!" Seemingly from out of nowhere my hubby produced a hideous green sun visor and donned it goofily, "I wear a visor now. Visors are cool."
