Andi and James belong to the great The Chibi's Are Stalking Me. Fred and David belong to me. The rest belongs to the BBC.
"Oh, this is just great."
"Look, who are you, anyways?"
"The name's David. David Campbell. The sarcastic pessimistic girl is Fred. Sometimes we call her Freddie."
"Charmed, I'm sure. I'm Andi. Where the hell are we?"
"I don't know! I mean, we were just minding our own business when suddenly we were teleported into this place, wherever here is. I don't understand how it even happened- we've got shields, it should have been impossible to-"
"Andi?"
"James! James, I'm over here!"
"Andi!"
"Friend of yours?"
"David, may I introduce James Grayson?"
"How do you do? I'd shake your hand, but it's too dark to see it."
"Err... okay."
"This darkness is rather oppressive, isn't it? Good thing I'm not claustrophobic."
"Everyone shut up!"
"..."
"...is that your friend Fred?"
"...yes, I'm afraid she is rather claustrophobic. Once when she was three she accidentally shut herself in the washing machine. Took us five hours to get her out."
"...I'm going to kill you, David..."
"Sorry, old girl."
"...you only know that story because the Doctor told you. You weren't even there!"
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"...you know the Doctor?"
"...well, we know a Doctor. Knew, I mean. It's probably not the same guy."
"How do you know?"
"Well, our Doctor's been dead for three years."
"Ah."
"Yes."
"Not the same guy, then."
"No."
"Not some insane time-traveling Time Lord with bucketfuls of existential angst and a habit of picking up girls, then."
"...er..."
"Couldn't be."
"...when I say dead, I mean we think he's dead... I mean, we never went back and checked..."
"Who cares? He was a jerk."
"Yes, thank you, Fred."
"Excuse me, he's my dad."
"...oh."
"What?"
"...I think you're my great-aunt."
"WHAT?!"
"Heeheeheehee."
"Fred, you're being creepy."
"Sorry. It's the claustrophobia. I think we should try and get out of here now."
"Good idea. I'll just get out my-"
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"We ALL have sonic screwdrivers?"
"I don't. She keeps saying she'll make me one, but somehow she never seems to find the time."
"Er, sorry, James. It's kind of a Timelordy thing."
"Yeah, right!"
"Hey, I can kind of see where we are now!"
"We're... wait a second, we're on the T-"
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"...Dad?"
"Uh-oh..."