Literature
Yellow Dust -- Doctor Who short story
Samuel braced his feet against the table, shoes on the wood and chair tilted back while he looked up at the ceiling. He was trying, out of boredom, to see if it was moving at all. It wasn't. He wondered if it would if they were actually traveling instead of sitting in the void between times and places. The ceiling was, for a spaceship, rather boring.
He wondered if the inside styled itself more to The Doctor's tastes or if it had more to do with the people who traveled with her. It wasn't moving, but he knew that when they were in the console room the whole room tilted and squirmed around a bit, like they were on rocky water. So there had to