Don't judge a book...
(A slightly naughty TTR drabble)

The TARDIS rocked wildly on its base, as though caught in a ferocious
hurricane. Screams and muffled cries could be heard, although none seemingly
from pain...

The door slammed open, and The Doctor ran out, his multi-colored coat in
tatters, his hair in sweaty dissarray. He ran towards the bar.

Peri limped slowly into the daylight. She was breathing heavily, giving new
definitions to the phrase "heaving bosum".

"Oh, wow..." she sighed. "I never would have thought..."

She slid soddenly to the ground.

In the bar, a cigarette lit.

"So, _that's_ what it's like..." said Frobisher, taking a drag.