Sometimes travelling in the TARDIS felt like going down too fast in a lift, only it never went straight; it bucked all over the place. All anyone could do was hold on tight and hope for the best.
The Doctor excused it by saying TARDISes weren’t designed to be flown by one person; usually they had a crew, but this one had been obsolete, on the scrap heap when he’d taken it. A rough ride was a small price to pay for the ability to visit any place or time whenever he chose.
Rory prayed they’d arrive in one piece.