Joanna flew over the streets of London, incredibly bored and lonely. She saw a grown man walking somewhere, it looked like he was in a hurry. She suddenly felt a mischevious grin creep onto her face and she shot a blast of glacial energy onto the ground where he was about to step. It quickly solidified into an ice-patch and she watched, muffling giggles.
He had heard some rumors circling about the appearance of a police box nearby, and so he immediately set off to find out if it was him. He walked quickly, not paying much mind to where he was going, and therefore didn't see the patch of ice appear in front of him. His feet went out from under him and he landed hard on his back. "What the hell?" he muttered. It was a fairly nice day, where had ice come from?