Doctor Who gets a somewhat bigger budget than usual for a feature length story and suddenly gets very interested in having motorbikes drive into the TARDIS
*An alarm suddenly starts to blare throughout the TARDIS's console room, a video of Helena, with her big curly blonde hair, and grey eyes pops up on one the screens*
This is The Daughter of The Doctor, I am calling for help. Here are my co-ordinates. Be careful. Please. Only come if you can, I just need picked up, vortex manipulator died on me. This is set to repeat until turned off or answered.
The doctor had been sitting there for what seemed like hours. Tapping his fingers across his chest and clicking his tongue to the beat of the music playing around the TARDIS, until he came to a sudden stop. Helena..Helena? That was a familiar name. The doctor was a familiar name too!
Ah. Wait. He was the doctor. Doctor..daughter..Helena, everything made sense now.
“Darling, tell her I’m on my way please? And turn that blasted alarm off..I can barely thing with how loud it is.” The TARDIS let out a little ‘beep’ and the alarm came to a stop. He put the coordinates in and simply waited. Any minute now he’d simply pick her up, and arrange for one of his future selves to come pick her up, it should be easy..or it sounded easy in his head.
The Doctor and Romana are, in front of their enemy, whispering their whole secret plan under their breaths in-between unassuming conversation??? Why aren't you using your damn psychic link you fools???