The TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It was rare that the Doctor would stop to think on these words. Much like any other name, it can take on a completely new meaning following long-standing association. After centuries of use, TARDIS has come to mean home. Sanctuary. So why would the Doctor now, of all the rare silent spells start to think? To ponder these words now? Fleeting thoughts rush through his head as the silence is broken. A smile pulls at his face as a companion emerges from ahead.

Hunched over the TARDIS console, he watches as Rose jets over, cookies in tow. A unique sight for the ageing Time Lord. He lets a slight chuckle leave him as he adjusts his posture. 

"Where are we?" Rose asks in a tone that had slowly become more and more expected as the number of these trips had started to stack up. It was the sound of trust. He starts to speak but notices the tray of browned goods. Pulling an inquisitive face, he's caught of guard by his fingers, finding something of interest in the confines of his jacket's left pocket.

"Oh and I made cookies for us." She hastily adds. The doctor brings a piece of silt to his eyes and inspects it. Noticing nothing out of the ordinary he flicks it away, to find a home somewhere in the TARDIS. A mental note is made to stop dropping things while inside the ship. He nods at what the other has to say.

"I hope you like chocolate chip, you wouldn't wanna hurt my feelings Doctor." She teases finally. Said Doctor disembarks from the console with a swivel.

"Well, to be honest, no. Me and chocolate, not fast friends. I'm like a dog, in that respect I suppose." He reflects, gaze drifting upwards for a second. "In a lot of ways, actually." He stops and pulls an arm out, retrieving a cookie. As he continues to talk it follows his hands in their explanatory movements.

"I mean, it's not as clear cut as with dogs." A short bite follows. The Doctor's face colours different emotions, ranging from mock disgust to fear before settling on a gooey smile as he turns away.

"Fantastic! Rose Tyler: pâtissière! Fan-tastic..." He says, flipping a final switch and turning back to her. "You wouldn't have thought it." He shrugs, grin still glued to his face. The first question finally makes its way into his mind and he obliges the asker with an answer. 

"A planet. An alien one. The furthest one yet. You know, I've really outdone myself with this one, I feel. Come on, I'll show you." He beckons Rose along with a gesture, strolling over to the TARDIS door. He clasps the handle and pulls, a vibrant exterior coming into view; the traveller steps out arms wide, casting an eye back to his ship before facing it. 

"It's the year five billion and twenty three. We're in the galaxy M87. And this place, this is New Earth." He exclaims, face embodied with pure curiosity. "Well, are you coming?"