The Doctor jerked awake with a snort blinking blearily, he attempted to stretch. It didn't work. He appeared to be tied to a chair... Swallowing grimly, he looked up slowly. River was glaring down at him, arms folded angrily across her chest.

"Hi honey...I'm home...?" His body reeled as she slapped him forcefully across the face and he blinked away a cluster of stars that looked a lot like the Ood constellation 'dead man'. This didn't seem very reassuring...

"And what sort of time do you call this?" River seethed, gesturing at the room behind her. He took it all in.

The walls appeared to be covered in ketchup and mustard, some of them mindless splatters and some...were those high galifreyan swear words?! Did he even know those? Did they even exist?! There also appeared to be a vast quantity of dog kibble strewn everywhere. One wall seemed to be entirely covered in cabinets... none of them very straight. And behind River, looking decidedly put out were...

The Ponds.

Amy's hair was wet, feathers were falling off her sweater to which they had been haphazardly glued. She had a motorbike helmet in one hand and a bit of toilet paper clung to one ear...Behind her Rory lounged on a couch, looking pale and exhausted. Though his condition might of had something to do with the heavy layer of powder he seemed to be sporting...He had bows clipped to the back of his hair, a glittering scarf slung loosely around his neck, one of Amy's skirts tugged halfway up his jean clad legs. And a leash clipped to his belt loop.

He looked between them, they glared back and River still had violence in her eyes, even the Tardis was thrumming in annoyance. He swallowed again, spreading his hands as much as he could with them tied to his lap.

"Barcelona anyone?"