It was one of those unavoidable kinks in the space-time continuum, and no amount of tinkering with a screwdriver, sonic or otherwise, could fix it. Karen Gillan had suddenly beamed on to planet Earth (well, Carnaby Street, in central London) from a distant galaxy (OK, Inverness in the Highlands). There was talk of an imminent and long-term self-imposed exile to an inhospitable alien landscape where human life forms have been known to take on strange new shapes (that is, she's relocating to Los Angeles)....
