The butterfly meadow planet was certainly not our final stop of the day. I experienced several more infinitely diverse worlds before the day was done. Perhaps the most remarkable memory I have of the next couple hours was this one huge city-planet, complete with Star Wars-esque sky cars and floating skyscrapers. Indeed, everything we saw that first day was fantastic, beautiful, everything I could wish for space and time travel to be. I wished later, much later, that the Doctor had perhaps showed me some of the more serious things throughout the universe, though I understand now that he was just being kind to me.

After a whirlwind day of having a Time Lord prove to me that time travel is possible, I was grateful when Amy and Rory gave the Doctor stern looks and ordered him to set the TARDIS on auto pilot.

"Doctor, I know you're having fun, but Hero is probably freakin' out a bit, okay?" Amy said, gently guiding me towards another hallway that opened off of the control room. I couldn't help but feel a bit relieved that someone could understand the insane jumble of feelings I was experiencing right now.

"Yeah, and plus, as her nurse, I say we need to not stress her out too much, yeah?" Rory added, looking seriously at the Doctor, raising his eyebrows.

Looking a bit like a child who's had his lollipop taken away too early, the Doctor nodded, pushing a couple of buttons on the console next to him. There was a soft whooshing sound as, I assume, the TARDIS settled into a peaceful auto pilot trajectory. The Doctor turned back to face Amy and I who had reached the far doorway which led into the rest of the time machine.

"Ooh! I'll make supper, then, shall I?" the Doctor cried, grinning broadly and dashing past the two of us girls. Apparently he was very easily distracted from any reluctance he may have felt from being told play time was over. Behind me I heard a distinct groan from Rory.

"Oh God..." Amy muttered, though I could tell she was trying to hold back a smile, watching the Doctor's back retreat up the passageway and out of sight.

"So, um..." I began, letting the two of them lead me along; I really had no idea where to go from here. "Is he a bad cook or something?"

Amy chuckled darkly, but it was Rory who answered, apparently trying to be diplomatic, "Well, he's just... very enthusiastic..."

Not at all encouraged, I giggled and tried to imagine what the Doctor could possibly consider a decent meal. Some sort of alien soup? Bugs that were still wiggling? Weird purple mushrooms? As we walked I continued to smile, looking around the hallway as we passed many doors, branching staircases, and other halls that opened off of our own.

"This place really is huge, isn't it?" I commented.

"Yup," Amy replied, glancing at me as we walked, "and the strange thing about it is she's always changin'... One day, you'll think you know your way to the loo, the next you'll end up in the broom cupboard or something else batty."

"I'm sorry... she?"

"Right, should have explained that... The TARDIS' mind, sort of, once got pushed out of her housing and into this... woman, this one time in a corner of the universe. Really weird." I nodded, trying to wrap my mind around this interesting story. "Anyway," Amy went on, "she eventually got back into her... machine mind, I suppose, and we've never really spoken directly to her since. Still," she added as we turned a corner into what looked like the largest industrial kitchen I had ever seen, "It was pretty interesting while it was going on, I mean..." She lowered her voice, glancing around to make sure the Doctor wasn't in sight before continuing, "He had a bit of a... thing... for the TARDIS woman." I choked back an incredulous laugh, and Rory smirked knowingly.

"So, uh, the Doctor has a thing for his lady time machine?" I joked, quirking my lips to one side, "and now she can't talk to him, but he walks around... inside her?"

"That's about the size of it," Rory muttered.

"So to speak..."Amy quipped, and all three of us burst out laughing. Moving through the massive kitchen, we were still laughing a bit when we entered a dining area. Our laughter died quickly for a moment when we were greeted by the Doctor, dressed in a frilly white apron, grinning from ear to ear as he waved from across a large table.

"Custard!" he crowed, gesturing broadly to several very large bowls of a yellow-ish, pudding substance. "Aaaand the best part," he went on, flourishing a large fluffy towel over one arm, "fish fingers!" There were platters and platters of these seafood creations.

"Again?" Amy said exasperatingly, pulling out a chair, "Oh, sweetie..."

"How did he get all this ready so fast?" I whispered to Rory, who shrugged, apparently as confused as I.