The Doctor was in a very good mood. She'd been late, slipping in a shower and putting on a fresh set of clothing. Her dress was different than the normal fare she wore, looking more like a party dress or an aspiring Disney princess. She didn't even bother trying to hide the dance in her step, wearing flats that barely shimmered instead of her normal boots.
"So!" she started with smile. "This is the distress signal."
She pushed a button on the TARDIS console and the message Jane had captured from her sonic was translated: PLEASE HELP. WE ARE OUT OF TIME. PLEASE HELP. WE ARE OUT OF...
The Doctor turned it off.
"Just repeats the same thing, over and over. It's coming from from the Abrasax royal family, one of their summer homes. Which, when I say summer home, I mean the planet. Strange thing is, I don't recall their Dynasty being in any danger. It goes on for... a very long time. Maybe because it's a trap. Maybe because, looking back from the future, we've already fixed it. Or maybe it's something else all together."
She stared at them.
"Royal family, you could try to spiff up a bit? If there is one advantage of being in a time machine it's that you have all the time you need to get ready. Go on."
Jane waived them away, and saved her grin for when their backs were turned.