He's really done it this time.

Every time the Doctor comes to sweep you off your feet, it's chaotic, unpredictable, usually slightly uncomfortable. Supposedly the weather is difficult to forcast when time traveling. This really takes the cake though.

It's dark, and cold, and the wind just bites through your clothes like they're not even there.

With a hurried air of excitement, the Doctor guides you to sit. You can faintly make out a fuzzy blanket. The clouds clear revealing a sky full of stars. Not one to be predictable, the Doctor sits beside you.

"Just a moment. Keep looking." He murmers.

There's a faint whistling noise. A streak flying through the sky. Then, BANG. A colorful burst of light explodes out, burning into the back of your eyes and receving cheers from a crowd on the other side of the water.