"It's a spaceship. Brilliant! I got a spaceship on my first go!" Mickey says as the four of us walk out of the TARDIS, there are bits and pieces of metal and whatnot scattered around the ship.
"It looks kind of abandoned. Anyone on board?" Rose asks.
"Nah, nothing here. Well, nothing dangerous. Well, not that dangerous. You know what, I'll just have a quick scan, in case there's anything dangerous" the Doctor says.
"So, what's the date? How far we gone?" Rose asks.
"About three thousand years into your future, give or take" I reply shrugging and looking around, I find the light switch on a console and flip it, a part of the ceiling shows the stars
"Fifty first century. Diagmar Cluster, you're a long way from home, Mickey. Two and a half galaxies to be exact" I say placing my hands on his shoulders.
"Mickey Smith, meet the universe. See anything you like?" Rose asks.
"It's so realistic!"
"Dear me, had some cowboys in here. Got a ton of repair work going on. Now that's odd. Look at that. All the warp engines are going. Full capacity. There's enough power running through this ship to punch a hole in the universe, but we're not moving. So, where's all that power going?" The Doctor says.
"Where'd all the crew go?" Rose asks.
"Good question. No life readings on board."
"Well, we're in deep space. They didn't just nip out for a quick fag."
"No, I've checked all the smoking pods. Can you smell that?"
"Yeah, someone's cooking."
"Sunday roast, definitely" Mickey says, I use the console to open a door behind us, the far wall is panelled, and contains a blazing fire in an ornate fireplace.
"Well, there's something you don't see in your average spaceship. Eighteenth century. French. Nice mantle. Not a hologram. It's not even a reproduction. This actually is an eighteenth century French fireplace. Double sided. There's another room through there" the Doctor says walking over to it.
"There can't be. That's the outer hull of the ship. Look" Rose says, the Doctor moves over to her also looking out the porthole
"Hello" I kneel down at the fireplace looking at the small girl on the other side.
"Hello."
"What's your name?" I ask.
"Reinette."
"Reinette, that's a lovely name. Can you tell me where you are at the moment, Reinette?"
"In my bedroom, of course."
"And where's your bedroom? Where do you live, Reinette?"
"Paris, of course."
"Paris, right, silly me!" Reinette laughs lightly.
"Madame, what are you doing in my fireplace?"
"Hm, oh, it's just a routine fire check. Can you tell me what year it is?"
"Of course, I can. Seventeen hundred and twenty-seven."
"Right, lovely. One of my favourites. August is rubbish though. Stay indoors. Okay, that's all for now. Thanks for your help. Hope you enjoy the rest of the fire. Night, night" I wave.
"Goodnight Madame" Reinette waves before walking away, I get up dusting myself off.
"You said this was the fifty first century" Mickey says.
