Possibly, I'm Insane

“There’s something wrong with the TARDIS,” the girls said in unison, as Brem frowned at the console.

“Uh-oh,” the Doctor said, because he could feel it, too. “It’s a windstorm.”

“In outer space?” said Rose.

The Doctor shrugged. “It can have its own kind of weather. Doesn’t happen often, but we can’t travel against a headwind like this.”

“So we’re snowed in?” Athena asked, eyes shining.

“No snow, just wind—”

“It’s just like the movies, we’re snowed in, we need to make hot cocoa and tell stories,” Fortuna insisted.

“It’s wind,” the Doctor said.

He found himself making cocoa.