This is one of those places he didn't mean to go -- but then, he doesn't mean to go much of anywhere, not these days. He's happy to drift, let the TARDIS drive.
After all, he might stumble upon something interesting. Who knows?
As always, the TARDIS doesn't land so much as materialize: there's a wind in the docking station, and then a whooshing, humming, clanging. The police box fades into view in time with the pulses of sound, until, with a low bong, it's fully materialized.
There's a pause, and then the door opens with a little creak. The Doctor pokes his head out, craning his neck to try and find the ceiling before he steps through, and neatly closes the door behind him.
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After all, he might stumble upon something interesting. Who knows?
As always, the TARDIS doesn't land so much as materialize: there's a wind in the docking station, and then a whooshing, humming, clanging. The police box fades into view in time with the pulses of sound, until, with a low bong, it's fully materialized.
There's a pause, and then the door opens with a little creak. The Doctor pokes his head out, craning his neck to try and find the ceiling before he steps through, and neatly closes the door behind him.