I feel like Alice, having wandered down the rabbit hole and now I'm lost in a magical and terrible world. What's worse is how entriely normal the Doctor seems to treat the situation.
"Ah, look! That -" he points towards the lit half of the Earth, hovering in the distance. "That's New York. What do you reckon?" He turns to look at me standing firmly inside the TARDIS and away from the open doors. He waggles his eyebrow, grinning widely. "Fancy it?"
But I don't answer him, I couldn't even if I knew what to say. "Joan?" I shake my head at him, crossing my arms in front of chest to hug myself. "You all right?"
No, I'm not. And you cant stop with all this lollygagging nonsense and take me home. I knew that this blue box was a time machine (which, in itself, is ludicrous) but this is ridiculous. You didn't mention this!
"Fine, fine," I manage at last, flushing slightly as I pull idly at sleeves of my blouse. "I-I think I need a cup of tea."
I turn away from his confused expression and walk around the console, resolved to go the room in which I'm staying and to get changed as quickly as possible. Women wearing trousers? Honestly.