This always seemed to happen; the Doctor would be extolling the virtues of wherever they were visiting, they’d set out to see the sights, and the next think Donna knew, they’d be up to their necks in trouble of one kind or another. And it didn’t end there, because the Doctor always had to meddle, although he called it setting things right.
It was admirable in a way, he was dedicated to solving other people’s problems, but he had a habit of diving in headfirst. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Donna sighed. “Here we go again!”