“Where to now?” he asked Rose casually. “Backwards or forwards in time?” Having just spent the last few days clinging to an iceburg, the Doctor was in the mood for somewhere hot. “Maybe Marbella 1989…” He walked around the TARDIS’ central console, turned a red globe and spun a guide-wheel. The central tower came to life. As it’s column of glass cylinders began moving up and down, the engine started to make its famous thrum. A thought hit the Doctor and he smiled at his blonde companion. "But that's a bit boring isn't it?" He spun the guide-wheel a few more turns, his own enthusiasm feeding off hers, then he turned to part of the console that looked like a 20th
century bicycle pump and started pumping. “Ever been to Barcellona?… I mean the planet Barcellona?…”
The floor suddenly lurched. The Doctor hurtled forwards, almost crashing into a monitor that was flashing mauve whilst Rose clung to the rails. “No, no, no, no…” He shouted. Regaining his balance, he moved quickly around the control panel, throwing switches, pulling levers, and pressing dials. Something appeared to have taken hold of the TARDIS, pulling – no dragging
– it off course. Rose looked on in shock.
"Hold down that one there and that one." He shouted firmly.
"This one?" She asked.
"No, that one!" Rose moved to the side, both of them found themselves spread eagled across the console as they tried to operate it from several positions at once.
"Doctor, what's happening?"
"Something's taken hold of the TARDIS, trying to pull us back further than we can feasibly go... C'mon" The Doctor then shouted at the TARDIS herself. He hammered at the TARDIS’ buttons, fighting the unknown force, until part of the console exploded in a shower of sparks, forcing him to retreat behind the arm of his black leather jacket.
There was a loud THUD as the TARDIS came to a stop. The console and the wall lights slowly dimmed to black. The only light left in the room came from the eerie yellow emergency lights, which threw sinister shapes around the organic columns of the central deck. All the screens had gone black; save one that suggested a date the Doctor could barely bring himself to believe existed. He shook his head. “But that’s impossible.” The Doctor stalked around the console, trying a few more levers before resigning himself to the fact that the TARDIS was not about to stir. “Hmph.” He raised his eyebrows as he looked towards the door, once more realising that he had little choice in his destination, then smiled at a worried-looking Rose Tyler. “Only one thing for it then.”
He led the way and the door opened to an incredibly humbling sight. Before him lay the mish-mashed ruins of a city; from a civilisation even he
could not recognise. But that was not the most incredible thing he saw. To his left and right stood a row of blue boxes each identical to his own. And stepping out of those boxes were a number of equally bewildered faces; some he recognised and some he knew he was yet to meet.
“Looks like somebody called for a Doctor.” He said quietly to himself. He put on his biggest, most-exaggerated, friendly smile as he looked amongst the others.<<Edited to include Rose>>