Off to the Opera
The Doctor flicked a switch here and there, setting the main time rotor moving up and down as the TARDIS dematerialized from where it stood and began it's trek through the vortex. It was a bumpy ride but the Doctor was used to it.
"Right," he said, programming the controls in front of him. "Earth...Paris, France...1873..."
*beeps and bloops from the console*
He looks up at her with a thought. "We're probably going to need to get you some different clothes."