"One of the simplest fundamentals in flying a TARDIS and you forgot?" Tea in hand she had to refrain from the laugh that wanted to be heard in order to sip her own drink. "Does that piloting manual lie around all day ever since I made the perfect landing using it?"

A TARDIS that only the president had permission to operate, over years Romana had felt a deep connection with it. The one place she could call her sanctuary during the troubling times back home whenever the arguments and corruption were too much for her to handle.

"These days they seem to be monitoring my every move - countless number of times my judgment has been questioned, threats of impeachment tossed carelessly around." With a heavy sigh there was a clink of the cup resting upon the saucer. "It's any wonder I haven't lost my mind yet."