Amy stepped out of the luxurious shower and wrapped a towel around her, amazed at the soft material. Far more advanced than towels that she was used to, it claimed on the label to soak up excess water swiftly and efficiently, and to wash it in a hot cycle. Though as to how it didn't soak up the water from the machines, Amy couldn't work out.
She left the bathroom and went back into the bedroom, blinking in the dull light, a stark contrast to the warm yellow lighting of the bathroom. Walking towards the light emanating from the windows, she drew back the curtain and found herself smiling at the scene below. The midday sunslight was warm and bright across the sky, and the enticing ocean undulated beneath it. She did a double take as she saw the sand move, and moved toward the window to watch it ripple, the automatic sand.
She looked at the people walking by, the people on the beach as they swam and frolicked in the waves, and sunbathed on the sand. None of them looked familiar; she couldn't see the Doctor. She supposed the beach wasn't really his type of thing.
She opened the window and inhaled the air. Instead of salty, like she remembered the seaside being, it smelt sweet, like sugar and syrup. She smiled as she felt a slight breeze across her cheeks. It felt good; she had been breathing the same stale air for three days now. She wanted out, she wanted to feel the sand and the sea.
She dressed quickly, putting on a modest red swimming costume with a sarong around it, and grabbed a hat and sunglasses while packing a small bag with a water bottle and some sun cream; the TARDIS seemed to know exactly what to include in her luggage. With only slight trepidation, she unlocked the door and left the room, locking it behind her with a key card that she had found on top of her luggage.
The corridor was empty. She had half expected to find the Doctor outside waiting. Okay, more than half expected. She probably overestimated his so called 'psychic abilities'. She went to his door, one door down from hers, and quickly rapped on the door before she could change her mind. Looking down at her feet she let her mind wander, thinking about her flip flops, how she really needed some form of pedicure. She wondered what sort of shoes the Doctor was wearing, or if he was wearing any at all; he had been raving about the sand that massages people's feet after all. Would he really still be wearing that ridiculous bow tie?
After a minute she remembered what she was actually doing, and realised he hadn't opened the door. She called his name.
"Doctor?" She called. "Are you in there?" She waited for an answer, but none came. He must be out. It looked like she would have to find the beach all by herself, then.
So yesterday I FINALLY introduced my flatmate to the wonders of Doctor Who - we watched the entire first series, plus Children In Need special and the Christmas Invasion in one day. It worked, she likes it, but she doesn't think that David is going to be nearly as good as Chris. Oh is she gonna learn? :D
Also, hi to missesme, who I know is reading this RIGHT THIS SECOND because of the email notifications of reviews coming through. Glad you like it!