Lipgloss! Lipgloss of all things! He was a Time Lord, not her driver. He wasn't going to take her to the store just so she could get some lipgloss.

Why did she even need it anyways? Strawberry flavor at that!

The Doctor grumbled to himself as he threw a few switches on the TARDIS, landing at their agreed meeting place. He had no real intention of actually shopping with her. Clara had said where to meet once she was done and that was what he was going to do! Ha, no, no, no. She may have been able to make him fly across time and space to figure out her mystery but he most certainly drew the line at make up shopping.

He pointed a finger at the time rotor. "Not a word out of you, sexy."

Because he could tell the old girl was laughing at him. It wasn't a proper laugh, but the bond between a Time Lord and his TARDIS was unique and special. He knew things about her that others didn't, and she certainly knew things about him that others didn't.

"I'm not going to go shopping with her! You could land me in the mall but that does not mean I am stepping into one of those stores!" The Doctor was very, very adamant about it. Domestics had never been a strong suit of his. He made exceptions for Rose, Donna, and the Ponds. Look at where that got him.

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[ The Doctor snaps his fingers at John at that. ] We've got to get you one of those. You'll need to be properly equipped if we're going to be running around the universe together every so often.

Stowaways! If we are going to do that, then we might as well just hop in the TARDIS. Although the planet does have a shield around it that she won't be too happy about. Not to mention the cloaking mechanism is on the fritz again... hasn't worked properly since I paid that visit to Nixon.

[ He does some more sonicing before grinning. ] Ah-ha! Here we are! We're now in business! Trusty old screwdriver, John, let me tell you! Never leave home without one. [ He flicks the screwdriver up in his hand and pockets it. ] Now then. Before we go sneaking in board their ship we should figure out where we are going to go...

[ The Doctor hasn't had much luck in trying to find Clara Oswald. If she's been in the universe twice, then surely she's out there somewhere else. His plan of just going places and hoping to bump into her hasn't worked out as well as he had hoped.

The TARDIS wheezes as it lands. With a gentle pat to the time router, the Doctor walks over to the doors and fixes his tweed jacket. He opens the door and sticks his head out to find a quaint room. He hums to himself and steps out with the door locking behind him. He starts to fuss with his bowtie as he spins around to get a proper look at where his old girl has taken him this time. ]

Small. Very small. Why'd you bring me here? You barely fit in this room!