They had been sitting in the TARDIS for what felt like hours before Truman decided to start yelling.
"Would you just pick a bloody place already!" he shouted at Windsor, who had been pondering their next location ever since they left Egypt.
"You didn't think about this while we were in Egypt?" the Doctor asked, his head resting in his hands as he lazily leaned against the console.
"I was a little busy living my worst nightmare," Windsor pointed out, a point he had been stressing the whole time. "There's so many places to choose from."
"How about a random place? So then you don't have the stress of picking," replied Truman shortly, flailing his arms in frustration.
"Then it wouldn't really be my pick would it?" Truman yelled an unintelligible yammer of words as he sunk to the floor in anger.
"I've got it! We've been to historical places in the past before. Take us to someplace in the future! An alien planet!" Both the Doctor and Truman jumped up from their anguished positions and breathed sighs of relief.
"Alright then! Off to uncharted waters!" the Doctor yelled as he flipped the switches on the console. The familiar groan resonated throughout the chamber as they blasted toward the future.
"Ok, here we are on planet Olos in the Grandulous Galaxy! Haven't been here before, and that's saying something," the Doctor said gleefully. "Hm, the reading says 'Hc svnt Dracones' or 'here be Dragons' for you non-Latin aficionados. Seems like no one's been here then, since they used to put that on maps to represent uncharted territories, terra incognita if you will. So continue onwards, Francis Drake! You're going to discover a new planet!" He gestured to the door, allowing Windsor the honors of being the first to step foot on the foreign planet.
"Um, Doctor?" Windsor called back into the TARDIS. "I think the TARDIS messed up."
Truman and the Doctor bolted outside, wondering what could have gone wrong. They exited into a lush forested area with bamboo plants and a quaint looking Japanese cottage.
"Doctor, that's a quaint looking Japanese cottage, not an alien pod," Windsor said crossly. "I thought you promised me a future alien planet, not a Feudal Japanese forest."
"Duke of Windsor, this is an alien planet," the Doctor stated. "We're on the planet Olos."
"We're obviously not," Windsor asserted as he gestured around him. "I'm not stupid, you're trying to pull a fast one on me by giving me a cheaper trip!"
"I swear he's not always like this," Truman mumbled as he rubbed his nose in a tired manner. "It does look like Feudal Japan though, Doctor."
"I'm telling you, it isn't!" the Doctor said, obviously hurt by the accusation of ripping his companions off.
As if in response to his words, the trees in front of them were pushed roughly aside by a gigantic creature that suddenly appeared hovering in the clearing. It bared its teeth at the trio as it raised its head in a show of authority. Windsor turned and immediately went white.
"Is that a…"
"Dragon," Truman whispered.
"See? Definitely not Feudal Japan," the Doctor said as the dragon bore down upon them.