Everything was wrong. The TARDIS was exploding and falling and nearly hitting Big Ben, but it was the first three minutes of his life in this incarnation so at least it was all new.
“Right,” he ran to the console despite the fact that it was smoking and slightly on fire, “need to land. Somewhere less populous than London.” He hit a button and it dinged. “Leadworth? Where is that?”
The TARDIS tilted and he was falling again, through endless corridors until he landed with a thump in the library. Five seconds later, the contents of the pool followed him.