Who: Amy Pond (&...?) What: Arrival When: Night Where: TARDIS Rating: LOW? Status: Incomplete and open
Oh wow. Yeah. This wasn't good. Amy rubbed her head and stared at the console, stared at the weird pock marked walls and though again, that this, this wasn't good at all. She groaned, gripping at the railing behind her to stand and had to face the reality that she was here. Somehow in the console room, which brought Amy back to how very wrong this was.
"Did I get really, terribly drunk?" And yeah, she asked that bit out loud, she thought she might earn a break for that one because this right here was so beyond the realm of not right it wasn't even funny.
She did remember what she had last been doing, getting dressed, preparing for cold. The planet they were heading toward was COLD, but that didn't explain how she went from wardrobe to console on the TARDIS.
"Doctor, did you do this?" Because if he did, there would be words. Many angry, disgruntled words because he did deserve them most of the time and no one else seemed willing to share their feelings properly anymore.
Whatever had happened, talking to an empty room wasn't going to fix it, so with that in mind she strode down the ramp and out the doors.