Author's note: Okay, everybody. I really need comments now if you want this story to continue. I have no idea if I should stop now or not, but I sort of want to keep writing. However, I don't know where (and when) the Doctor and my character should travel. Please help and suggest places (and times) they could go if you want to keep reading this story. Much appreciated.
I had known that the TARDIS was bigger on the inside. I had known how it looked. I had known everything about it. But nothing could prepare me for it. As I stepped through the doors, I gasped. I hadn't meant to gasp, it just came out. After that, I couldn't stop myself. I stepped back out the doors and ran around the outside, feeling the sides, just as many before me had. I came back around to the front and stepped inside. Again, I couldn't help myself. "It's bigger on the inside," I said. Or smaller on the outside if you're Clara. I noticed that he hadn't yet re-decorated since he regenerated, so I could tell he hadn't met the Impossible Girl, yet, but I wasn't sure if he was past Manhattan, yet.
The Doctor grinned. "I thought you knew that, already."
I smiled as well, gazing around the console room. "I did," I told him. "It's just... it's different when you see it in person."
The Doctor paused for a moment. "So!" he said, twirling around. "Where would you like to go?Anywhere in time and space. Everything that ever is or ever was. Where would you like to start?"
I opened my mouth to speak, but stopped. Thinking about it for a moment, I realized I didn't know where I wanted to go. All those years I spent dreaming of the day the Doctor would come and show me the stars, I never thought much about where I would actually want to go. I thought for a moment, then smiled. "There is one place..."