The Doctor jumped out of the TARDIS in his usual giddy fashion and straightened his bowtie with the cheesiest of smiles. "Lovely day today, the sun's out and the sky is clear. Perfect day for a picnic.. or an alien invasion." He shuddered off that thought and walked over to the nearby house. "Ah, yes. I think this is the one. Unless Clara gave me the wrong address. Hopefully not." He straightened his jacket and knocked on the door waiting for a reply. He thought, "Not a bad place. Well, for a planet as far behind as Earth is I guess." Just as the Doctor was pondering these thoughts the blue door of Clara's house swung open and there she was standing there, wearing black tights with a sparkly red dress and straightened hair. Except she didn't have her usual smile and cheerful attitude, she had her arms crossed and a stern frown, the kind your teacher gives you when you hand in your homework late. Clara pulled him inside, slammed the door behind them and opened her mouth to speak. "Where have you been?!" she demanded crossly.

"You drop me home after our last trip and then take off unexpectedly and don't even let me know where you're going? And don't even get me started on how long you've been gone." A tear rolled down her left eye. "Oh, Clara! How wonderful to see you! Right, yes, probably should have let you know where I was going. Sorry about that. And I was only gone a week or two." He checked his watch. Clara raised an eyebrow, "You have been gone 3 years." The Doctor tried to explain, "Oh, well, um.. Wibbly wobbly ti-" But before he could finish his sentence Clara wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his, kissing him passionately. "I'm just glad you're back chinboy.." She kissed his cheek softly and smiled. The Doctor then took a second to breathe. "Is that how humans welcome their family or friends home?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

Within the next hour, The Doctor and Clara were sitting down at the dining table drinking a cup of tea and watching the cricket on television. The Doctor's eyes widened as he saw the score, "What?!" He frowned. "All out for 150 runs? Rubbish." He shook his head and Clara giggled. "Do you play?" she enquired. "Hm?" He turned his head, "Oh I used to.. Back in the day. Not much of a sports fan nowadays.." He drank the last of his tea before standing up and clasping his hands together. "Now! Where off to next? Or should I say, when?" He added with a wink. She chuckled, "Could we meet a rather favoured author of mine?" The Doctor nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Which one?" She thought about it for a moment, "Tolkien? I absolutely loved The Hobbit!" She grinned. "Oh, yes! One of my favourites! Lovely chap! Let's go!" The Doctor took her by the hand and raced across the dining room through the hallway and out the front door. "Ah! Now the great thing about Tolkien is that his writing is absolutely fantastic! I, in fact was one of the first to read The Hobbit, spectacular novel." He led her inside the TARDIS and grinned. "Ready Clara?" He was bursting with excitement. "Oh I'm ready Chinboy." She smirked cheekily. And with a flick of a couple of switches and the pull of a lever, the TARDIS was whirling throughout time and space."

The Doctor pulled the monitor to face him and examined the readings. "Oh dear.. This is not good." Clara raised an eyebrow, "What's happening?" He shook his head, "Something is trying to intercept the TARDIS, not intentionally I hope." As if on cue, a figure suddenly appeared in the TARDIS. A tall man with a medium build, dressed in a nice white dress shirt, a black waistcoat, black trouser and cream converse shoes. His hair slicked up at the front and a familiar time travel device on his wrist.