She's grinning, beaming at him. His stupid jokes, his dorky suspenders, and that wild look in his eyes. Those eyes that were ancient, transplanted into the face of a kid trapped in a man's body. The Doctor as she'd never seen him... in his TARDIS.

There's gotta be a logical way to pick a place and time. A scientific way. A way of thinking about exactly what you want to get out of the trip--- and Kenzi goes and does the COMPLETE OPPOSITE. She closes her eyes, still smiling, and reaches her index finger toward the swirling map of all that stuff... and touches a random spot. A random, little planet of who-knows-where! It looks kind of purple-ish. She likes it already.

"There. Wherever the hell there is! And right now! No time like the present, right?"