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Summary: When the TARDIS makes a wrong landing, what trouble will occur? And why does that man look like the Doctor?

"Right. Barcelona. I think we're definitely here now, Rose. Buildings look right. Temperatures right. Wait. Is that a dog?"

"Doctor. That dog has a nose. Where are we?"

"Um..Right. There are some people."

"Well done genius! Have a medal!"

"Shut up, Rose. Right, people. 18th Century clothes. Water. Buildings. Wait a sec.."

"Doctor! Do you have to lick things all the time?!"

"Taste is a very useful sense Rose, don't knock it..Right, Venice. Venice. Venice in..17..17something. Right. We'd better get changed then."

"Doctor, I swear the day the TARDIS takes us to the right place, I'll have a heart attack.."

"Don't grumble Rose. She might take us to revolutionary France, then we'd be in real trouble..Or maybe the Punic War. OR she might take us to.."

"Ok, ok I get it. Don't complain or the TARDIS will kill us basically, right?."

"Now you've got the idea! Come on. Into the wadrobe! I saw something last Christmas that'll be great for me. Just the right cut to show off my manly figure.."

"What manly figure? You're as skinny as a rat, you are! What about me?!"

"Oh, there's probably a dress or something."

"Great. Doctor, if I get mistaken for a prostitute again, I'll.."

"Set your mother on me?"

"Shut up alien."

"Don't get personal!"

"Ooh, did I touch a nerve? Do Time Lords have nerves?"

"Well, actually, we have a very complicated nervous system. Much better than the human nervous system. You see, it has this thing where.."

"Forget I asked, forget I asked. Are we nearly at the wardrobe, Doctor. Its taking flippin' ages!"

"We're nearly there. You should wear more comfortable shoes, you know, Rose."

"Shut up, Mr Converse. Right. I'm guessin' this is the wardrobe.."

"Yeah..Ooh! My scarf!"

"You wore that?"

"And what is wrong with my scarf, Rose Tyler? It's a perfectly good..Ooh! My celery!"

"I'm not even gonna ask."

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A tall man with long, sandy coloured hair stood by a canal, staring into the water. He sat down for a moment, dipping his foot in the water. He chuckled lightly to himself. Giacamo Casanova. The man who could get away with anything.

As they say at the end of various Doctor Who episodes (and many other things) To Be Continued .

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