Episode 1 The Blue Police Box was tumbling madly through one of the multiple multiverses but the Tardis Spectrumomonitorthingee wouldn't say which one, or perhaps Dr Who didn't ask. Fortunately, the inside of the Tardis - due to some ballast down the back, I think - was stable inside. The new Doctor was at the controls trying to explain in his soft Scottish brogue to Petty the difference between the blue knobs and the red ones.
Her mood did not change for the better when Clara Oswald wandered in from somewhere else in the Tardis - the Tardis being, if you didn't know, very commodious inside with lots of rooms, the best ones on your left as you walked down the passage - or one of the passages as there were lots of them.
Clara was looking fresh and young and beautiful, some could easily have thought of her as the new Sarah Jane. I was having a nap and look who I see when I wake! Oh dear me, Doctor! You've got old and grey and are no longer at all sexy like Matt was in the role. I suppose any love interest would be seen as sick now. Though that older woman chewing on that disgusting carob and broad bean bar might be available.
You've clearly transformed. You must tell me exactly how it happened. And I'm certainly not as old as the Doctor by the way, Missy!
You don't look quite that old. I thought I might just mention that. Oh how exciting. This is my first adventure. That would be absolutely ridiculous! Julia had got in too late. They had materialized. I must admit, I prefer this Dr Who. He is more savoury somehow than others. He is, of course, a genuis, so who am I to ask. She doesn't sound like anyone recognisable in my life, whether alive or dead. I must say though, it's not "Dr. Trees and water, and green grass, hurried away beneath.
