"New Orleans is right on the water," he said, only half listening to her as he peered into the darkness, trying to make out any features. He took a step outside, finding that the ground gave slightly under his weight like a sponge seeped in water. This was wrong. If they were in Louisiana he had missed their destinations by centuries. Something about the air - too much sulpher and something he couldn't quite name - told him that they were far from the southern part of the United States. Far from Earth, in all probability.

The Doctor slipped his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket, using the torch setting to illuminate the area. Trees of a deep blue and an insect flying past told him what he need to know. "Mardi Gras is over rated, really."