He’d been trying to get back to Amsterdam. Instead the TARDIS had landed on a Drashani spacecraft and in barely twenty minutes time he’d been arrested, interrogated, attacked by something called an Igris, and forced to abandoned ship. With the TARDIS lost in an explosion, he and the few Drashani survivors were crashing a damaged shuttle into a marsh and, if the crash didn’t kill them, he’d have to come up with a new plan so they wouldn’t all drown.
The Doctor sighed wearily. All in all, he’d had better days. He grabbed the safety restraints and braced for impact.