Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 587: Fumble at dw100.

Summary: The Doctor could have told them to wrap up warm...

Frozen fingers fumble at the door lock, finally slotting the key in. A twist of the wrist and the door swings open, three people stumbling inside, the last one shoving it closed behind them, shutting out the swirling snow. What followed them in is already melting, leaving puddles on the TARDIS floor.

“That was bracing!” The Doctor turns his familiar manic grin on his companions.

Rose is shivering, lips almost blue with cold, and Jack doesn’t look much better.

“Bracing? We almost froze to death! You said we were going to the beach!”

“I never said it would be warm.”

The End