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“Molly! Run!”
The Doctor raced down the corridor, heading to the blue box that was parked at the end of it. Molly was inside a room just off the hallway, pushing frantically at the door.
“Doctor! Doctor I’m trapped in here!”
He stopped and rolled his eyes. “Which room?” he called quickly.
Molly hurriedly pulled at the doorknob. “I...I don’t know!”
“Oh brilliant. Just brilliant,” he muttered, spinning around and pulling his screwdriver from the inside pocket of his jacket.
“Sorry!” Molly called, her voice slightly muffled but obviously full of fear. The Doctor pressed the button on his sonic screwdriver and all 20 doors flew open. Molly fell, face first, (out of one of the doors about halfway down the corridor) onto the floor, letting out a tiny squeal as she did so. She stood up quickly and brushed herself down. The Doctor struggled to withhold a laugh.
“You okay?” he called, smiling slightly.
“Yes, fine!” she replied, embarrassed.
There was a loud explosion somewhere nearby and the Doctor’s expression became abruptly serious.
“Molly, TARDIS. NOW.” Molly looked behind her worriedly before breaking into a run. The Doctor pocketed the screwdriver and clicked his fingers, opening the TARDIS doors. He turned back around and caught Molly, as she fell into his arms. They tumbled into the TARDIS, collapsing into a heap on the floor. The Doctor kicked the door shut and looked at Molly, whose face was inches from his.
“Hello,” he whispered.
“Hi,” she replied, equally as quiet.
There was a long moment of silence before they erupted with laughter, coming apart from one another and laying on their backs, shaking.
“What were we actually running from, Doctor?” Molly asked, breathlessly.
The Doctor sat up. “I don’t know,” he said with a grin. “More interesting that way.”
She giggled and sat up beside him. “Onwards, then?”
He jumped up and strode over to the console. He flicked a lever, and the TARDIS began to hum.
“Onwards,” he said, beaming.