Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 640: Apex at dw100.

Summary: This feels a bit precarious to Clara.

Clara peered uncertainly through the TARDIS door.

“Are you sure this is safe? Won’t we fall off?”

“Safe as houses,” the Doctor assured her. “The TARDIS could balance on the head of a pin, if the pin was strong enough.”

They were parked on the apex of a sharply sloping roof. Around them, similar roofs stretched away as far as the eye could see, which was quite a long way thanks to the three bright moons in the sky.

“Come along.” The Doctor was already standing on the ridge tiles. Taking his hand, Clara followed.

“I feel like Mary Poppins!”

The End