Summary: The Doctor is busy with repairs; the last thing he needs is to be interrupted.
“Doctor…”
“Bit busy right now.” The Doctor’s voice trailed out from where he was wedged beneath the TARDIS console. “Come back later.”
“But…”
“I don’t have time for interruptions, Clara. Having a spot of bother with the engines; if I don’t get them fixed we’ll be sucked into the black hole, which wouldn’t be a good idea. Now please be quiet so I can concentrate.”
Silence fell. Finally, the Doctor emerged. “That’s got it… Oh!”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Clara said as he hit the ceiling nearby.
“Ah, the gravity generators might need a small adjustment.”