Hannah stared around the TARDIS in her white hospital gown, a look of amazement fixed on her face. She took it all in; the lights, the walls, the crazy console covered in all manner of contraptions, Amy leaning against the handrail and watching as the Doctor danced around, skating around the heart of the time machine. The TARDIS hummed, and Hannah felt the familiar rush of adventure ripple through her.
The Doctor looked up and walked over to her. He peered at her closely, like a curious professor investigating a battered book, "You okay?"
Hannah focused in on him, and broke into a grin. "It's you!" She flung herself on him, hugging him tightly, "It's really you, and you're okay!"
The Doctor gave her the best smile he could manage while his oxygen was being cut off. Honestly, did the girl never notice that purple wasn't the natural colour for a person's face to turn?
"Yes, it's me," he said weakly, "now if you wouldn't mind letting go..."
Hannah jumped back, apologising, and the Doctor took in several large gulps of air, rubbing the bruises on his arms where the enthusiastic fan girl had crushed them against his sides.
Hannah was still staring around her, "I thought for a minute or two that this was all a dream..." she paused, saddening a little, "but if this was a dream, Fenn would be here."
There was an awkward moment.
Amy stirred, "So, Hannah, would you ah- do you want to get changed?"
Hannah nodded, the realisation that she was still in a thin hospital gown bringing blood to her cheeks. She turned to the Doctor, "Where's the wardrobe?"
He pointed down one of the many corridors that led off from the console room, "Down there, up the spiral stairs, take the first left corridor, make two right turns and then it's the thirteenth door along the second corridor."
"Thanks for that!" Hannah bolted off, taking the corridors at a surprisingly brisk pace.
"Will she remember the way?" asked Amy, bemused.
The Doctor shrugged, returning to the console. A moment of serenity hung in suspense for a moment, before it came shattering down like so many icicles.
"SCARF!!!!" Came the scream from the wardrobe.
The Doctor paled, "Not the scarf!" he gasped, and Amy could only stare as he hurtled up the staircase faster than Hannah had. She stood, somewhat bewildered, wondering what on earth was going on. The sounds of a rather strange conversation began to echo down the hallways.
"Give it back!"
"Awww," came Hannah's complaint, "can I have this then?"
"What about this?"
"Can I have this?"
"Fine," the Doctor sounded exasperated.
"Yay... and I'm taking this too, you can't stop me!"
There was once again the pounding of feet on the floor as Hannah hurtled back into the main console room, clothed in a pair of red converse, a pair of jeans, a yellow shirt and the Ninth Doctor's leather jacket. There was a flash of rainbow colour as she twirled, and the Sixth Doctor's jacket magically appeared out of nowhere.
"The pockets are bigger on the inside!" Hannah grinned. Amy laughed and the Doctor reappeared, looking flustered but still chuckling slightly.
Amy caught the coat and look at the Doctor, grinning, "Is this yours?"
He nodded slowly, colour starting to leech into his face, "...Well, yes, but- well, bit of a mid-life crisis?"
Hannah cracked up, "You got that right, Doctor!"
The Doctor laughed and repositioned himself beside the console, "Let's go and find Fenn, shall we?"