Under a blood red sky

"No!"

The TARDIS's computer did not say the correct lattitude and longitude. Not even close. What was this, the United States?

"No. No. NO, that's not what... London. I wanted London! Pick up Rose!"

The numbers on the screen continued to shift and change, and the Doctor furrowed his eyebrows. Just once he'd like the TARDIS to cooperate, just a little. (He didn't know it, not yet, but she always took him where he was needed. And he'd never considered that.) This was like that time not too long ago where he tried to bring Rose back to London 12 hours after her leaving, only to bring her back 12 months later. He touched his face where Jackie Tyler had slapped him, remembering.

"Alright, fine. Don't listen to me. Landing then, yes?"

He manipulated the levers and buttons, the familiar whine of the landing sequence beginning. Once the TARDIS was on the ground, the Doctor's nostrils flared. He scanned the screen in the command center for information on where the hell he'd ended up.

York, Pennsylvania. Something must've gotten bollocksed with the commands he'd given the TARDIS. He'd punched in York recently because of some suspicious activity, but he'd meant to pick up Rose and see if she wanted to come with. Stupid thing. He sighed, and shrugged. And then he stood up and went to the door.

"York, Pennsylvania. United States," he said to no one in particular. "Where did everyone go?"

He opened the door, and stepped out of the TARDIS, ready to find the answer. It had landed just outside the gate on Trout Run Road.