The Doctor had no idea that his day was to be started by particularly bad stomach cramps, followed by over half an hour of forced vomiting. He retched again, making a sickening inhuman sound, which caused Donna to wince as she watched from the doorway. The Doctor finally sunk back, leaning against the wall in the TARDIS' tiny half-bath, closing his eyes in a world weary way.

"I thought space boys couldn't get sick." Donna quipped playfully from the doorway, before walking inside. The Doctor grunted loudly and rolled his head, resting his warm forehead against the cold metal wall.

"Timelords do get sick." He mumbled quietly, slowly opening his eyes about half way. "Just usually not as bad as.." His sentence trailed off into the air without an end, as it didn't really need one. Donna looked him over, and then pinched his side between her pointer and thumb.

"Despite having barfed so much, you're getting rather flabby, don't you think." She ribbed him, raising an eyebrow. The Doctor made a noise and slapped her hand away. "Hey! Timelords get fat too, not that I'm getting fat! I'm the picture of health!" it seemed that reality wanted to punish him for lying, and this statement was followed by another bout. Donna squatted down and rubbed her hand across his back, hopefully helping him feel just a bit better, while he clutched the sides and threw up some more.

Time soon passed, and the spasms passed, leaving the Doctor physically tired and rather hungry, but fine otherwise. He took a shower, changed, and brushed his teeth, and was now in the business of guiding the TARDIS to touch down neatly in a random time and random location. When the grinding noise finally stopped, he and Donna stepped out into blazing hot sun. Donna looked around and squinted, trying to find any sign that they might be somewhere she knew, or even, a planet she knew. The Doctor pulled on his collar, and spun, also looking around, before he stopped, finding the sign. He then poked Donna's arm and pointed at the sign.

"… You mean we're in Hollywood?"

The Doctor smiled slightly, taking out his screwdriver and making his glasses into sunglasses, which he quickly donned. "Allons-y then, to Hollywood, land of movie stars!" He then slid down this hill, Donna following after him.

Soon, they had progressed to down to a main street, and the Doctor finally turned to Donna. "So where too next? Grauman's? Beverly Hills? The Beach?"

Donna deliberated. "All three!" she answered curtly, before spinning and walking off in the direction of Grauman's Chinese Theater. The Doctor started a quick jog to catch up before slowing to walk next to her. Donna looked around, excited by all the sounds and smells of the city, before eventually turning to the Doctor.

"You know Doctor, I never asked. What time is this?"

"1993." The Doctor replied plainly, as though it were every day that an alien and Brit went time-and-space traveling. Donna puffed out her cheeks, and poked his arm with an annoyed finger.

"How did you know? You always know! Did you look at the read out.."

The Doctor simply shook his head and once again pointed behind her, in which her response was to groan, roll her eyes, and slowly spin.

"The date on that movie poster says 93, doesn't it?"

The Doctor nodded, as the gigantic banner rippled in the breeze. "The year is 1993, and Jurassic Park is the number one movie in America. Ooh! Lets go and see it!"

Once again, Donna groaned.