Things get weird

The Doctor stared at the scanner screen for far too long; he couldn't fly the TARDIS around the Land of Fiction, it was quite literally outside of reality. Normal coordinates didn't apply.

And just walking out into the void unprepared wasn't an option; he could end up anywhere, like Rose no doubt would have done.

At least the ENF subgenre didn't seem to put her in any... physical danger. He had to look at the bright side at least; there were worse places to end up. It might be humiliating, but she'd survive indefinitely, giving him plenty of time to work out how to get to her.

She'd be fine. Of all the fictional characters she might encounter, it wouldn't be anything dangerous.

Now to improvise a way to find transitions between realms...

Rose ran frantically down the dirt-street, eyes wide with as much panic as embarrassment. She couldn't even find the London-looking city any more! It was as if the whole place had shuffled around. Now she was in a more old-fashioned looking environment, which at best just increased the number of scandalised stares she was getting; as far as these people were concerned her top was indecent, let alone running around in torn tights and visible panties.

Not that they were helping. She flushed, gaze pleading as she hurried past them.

And then she heard a clopping. Despite herself she slowed, turning around. What was-

Ok, what the hell was going on? She'd gone from a city with cars, walked a couple of streets, and now there was a man in black on horseback.

She shook her head; no, don't think about it, just find a way back. She was sure the city was in this direction...

She turned onto another road, awkwardly shuffling in her **** attempt to hold the hole in her tights together. Everyone could see her panties; Rose whimpered, but kept running.

The sound of the horse's hoofbeats grew louder. Nervously she glanced over her shoulder; the man in black had turned the same corner.

She picked up her pace, but on the next street she made it onto the same happened, his horse moving faster. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes widening.

Oh no. No way. All black, a hat, a mask...

She was being chased by fucking Zorro. Rose squealed, and started running as fast as she could; at the sound of a 'hi-yah!' urging the horse on, she neglected even to hold her tights together.

She did not know what was going on, but if she was in god-knows-where and being chased by a guy with a sword, she was savvy enough to not stick around.

Not that she could outrun a horse. Zorro - and she was still reeling from that particular spark of recognition - passed her, cutting her off and dismounting quickly.

At least he was in front of her rather than ogling her panties, she supposed. Her cheeks burned, and she stopped, then took a nervous step back. Her hands returned to trying to close her tights over her ass.

"Look, I don't know what's happening, but I'm sure we can-" Rose tried to say.

Zorro cocked his head, and unsheathed his sword. She yelped.

"You don't have to-"

He slashed; Rose yelped, first from shock, and then shrieked as she realised what it was he'd done. A handful of swift slashes proceeded to quickly ruin her top, shreds of fabric falling from her body to the ground.

She was sure she'd seen this in a movie. Rose shrieked, one arm instinctively crossing over her chest the instant he removed his sword.

"What-" Rose said.

He didn't answer, swiftly getting back on his horse again and riding off, leaving Rose in just her bra, torn tights, panties and shoes. The blonde stared after him, almost as baffled as she was mortified.

What kind of place was this?! She didn't have nearly enough to cover herself with any pretence of modesty, especially with one arm holding her tights together.

And on top of everything, now she had to worry about fictional characters coming out of nowhere to strip her. She whimpered, cheeks burning as she realised her humiliation had been watched by people who still didn't care to help, no matter the disapproving or scandalised looks they gave.