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The Doctor decided this time to let the TARDIS take him where she wished. He was tired of fighting against the limpid yet impenetrable skin between this universe and his own. His mind hurt from ramming it against the problem, and he sorely needed a break.
After the TARDIS landed, he ran his fingers up through his hair, splaying the already unruly collective of skyward-reaching russet brown spikes into a more chaotic mess. As he leaned over the console’s instruments and peered at their readings through his specs, his eyes enlarged in shock at what he saw.
He swept his gaze over the readings one more time before glancing up and switching on the monitor. Sure enough, he’d landed inside a small...office of some sort, perhaps a captain’s ready room? And as he swept the monitor’s view around the outside, he noticed a bald man in a Starfleet command uniform, sitting at the desk.
“Why’d you land me here?” he demanded, looking up into the time rotor column, but his ship nudged back at him with a hint of amusement. He sighed heavily, then straightened up to his full height and checked his pinstriped suit jacket pocket for his sonic and psychic paper. “Well, here goes. Hope they don’t throw me in the brig for this little stunt, eh? Right, then. Allons-y!”
And with that, he bounded down the ramp and threw open the TARDIS doors.
“’Ello...Captain. So sorry to barge in on you like this -- I seem to have landed here quite by mistake. Can you direct me to the nearest starbase instead?”