The Doctor heard what sounded like the T.A.R.D.I.S.'s toxic smoke alarms as he started coming around.

Wait a minute, those were the toxic smoke alarms!

He quickly jumped up and grabbed his guest, who was still unconscious, and half dragged/half hobbled out the T.A.R.D.I.S. doors.

Upon exiting the vessel, the Doctor discovered they had made an emergency landing in a supply closet.

He gently placed Sabrina on the floor. He turned to close the doors. Before he did, he shouted "Extractor fans on!" into the T.A.R.D.I.S. and briskly shut the door as the whirling of the fan blades had began to arouse his guest.

Sabrina groaned and coughed a few times before finally sitting up against a wall. "W-What happened?" She asked shakily. The Doctor knelt down next to her and began his explanation.

"You pulled the Telepathic Receiver. It sends the T.A.R.D.I.S. the last fictional event you thought of. The T.A.R.D.I.S then travels to another dimension, I've begun calling it the Fiction Dimension, where any fictional events become reality. I once had adventures with Sherlock Holmes, Spider-Man, Batman, as well as many other fictitious characters. But that was a long time ago..."

His features darkened, like he was rememberimg some horrible event from his past. His sadness went just as quickly as it came and in seconds he was back to his cheerful, jolly self.

He jump up from his knees beside Sabrina and carefully helped her stand. Her head throbbed slightly but it wasn't too bad.

"Now, let's see where the ol' girl has taken us." The Doctor said as he turned the closet doorknob and opened it to find a bustling city.

Just one look, that's really all he needed. Just one look and he know where and when they were.

"So, late 19th century New York City. What were you thinking about Sabrina?"