"So where do you want to go?" The Doctor smiled at me and winked at River.
"It's up to Kayla." River replied, laughing along with a joke the Doctor had just finished.
"Really? It's up to me?!" My mind was racing. All of space and time and I could choose. But where did I really want to go? The TARDIS jumped into life as the Doctor shouted, "No, No, NO!"
"What's wrong, sweetie?" River asked, dancing behind the Doctor who was trying to stabilise the TARDIS.
"She's been hi-jacked!" the Doctor cried, "But, how…" The TARDIS screeched to a stop and threw us across the control room.
"Really?" I looked towards the time rotor and frowned. My broken ribs had only just mended a couple of days ago and they felt like they had cracked again. Oh well, I thought. I pulled myself up, "Are you alright?" I asked River and the Doctor as I helped them up.
"Yes, fine." River jogged to the monitor, "We're on Earth, in Australia. Australia?"
The Doctor pulled the monitor away from River and looked on, "1963, in Victoria." He stated.
"Well, I can deal with that!" I remarked and marched to the door. Holdens and Fords; the ultimate car war, The Beatles, you name it and I could help but feel pure excitement building. If we were going to go back in time this period would be fine! "This one's mine!" I opened the door and stepped out. A bearded man stood in front of me, rifle pointed at my head. I look at him and my surroundings. Bushland, as far as the eye could see and four ragged, dirty men were standing in a semi-circle with their rifles pointed in my direction.
"Ah, Doctor?" My voice rang back into the TARDIS, "I don't think it's 1963!"
"What?" The Doctor and River came running to the door and stepped out.
"I think it 1879," I stared at the man in front of me, "And I reckon, this is the infamous, Ned Kelly."