What's next?

The door opens.

The shower door slid open and Amy stumbled out into a long, shiny, white corridor that seemed to go on for miles in each direction. Her eyes went wide. "Hey, this isn't my room! I demand that you put me in my room! TARDIS! My room! At least let me back into the... damn it!"

The shower door had disappeared. She was trapped in the corridor, still soaking wet, with no clothes on and not even a towel to her name. She sagged back against the wall, looking left and right, trying to work out where to go.

"Come on, TARDIS. Let me have my clothes back. The Doctor's going to be furious."

No response. It seemed the TARDIS wasn't worried about it. She was going to have to do this the hard way.