“Oh no… not again!!” The Eighth Doctor’s voice echoed through his TARDIS console room, the entire vessel shaking furiously as it made its way through a rather rough flight. Struggling to remain standing through all the turbulence, the Doctor worked away madly at the TARDIS controls, hitting countless levers and switches in an attempt to fix whatever problem was present. Strangely, though, the controls seemed completely unresponsive. “Come on, what’s wrong?” the Doctor asked his time machine, his voice half-frustration and half-concern as he banged his hand against the console. The TARDIS offered no helpful response, however, and with one final, strong jolt of motion and a shower of sparks from the console, the Doctor was thrown to the ground as the entire system seemed to shut down, with all the lights flickering off as everything went still.
“Have… have we landed?” the Time Lord spoke to an empty console room, eyes still adjusting to the relative darkness as he pulled himself up off the floor. “Where even are… …oh no.” he cut himself off as he came to his senses about the situation, rushing over to the now dark console and placing his hands on it. “Come on then, wake up.” he commanded, his eyes scanning the machine restlessly for any sign of activity or life. “Wake up.” he repeated himself, voice growing in concern. A few more seconds went by without any response, and the Doctor’s worrying peaked. “WAKE UP!” he yelled, pounding his fist on the console. A moment later, the quiet hum of life in the machine could be heard again as the lights flickered back on. He gave a loud sigh of relief. “Don’t scare me like that, girl…” he spoke to his TARDIS, running his fingers gently over the console. He took another deep breath before attempting to re-rail his train of thought from earlier. “Now then… where are we?” he asked aloud, turning on the TARDIS scanner. He couldn’t get any sort of image, though, as the screen was covered with static. His eyes narrowed, perplexed, and he realized that something still felt… off, about his dear TARDIS. Sure, thankfully she wasn’t dead, at least, but she still seemed somewhat… sick. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice full of genuine concern as his eyes scanned the console for any sign of a mechanical problem…
And while the Doctor was too concerned with his box to so much as poke his head outside to figure out where the two of them had landed, it turned out that the TARDIS at least hadn’t landed in some horrible tear in the fabric of space-time or anything — rather, it had safely landed in early 21st century Britain, the unmistakable wheezing sound signature to the Doctor’s TARDIS announcing its presence as the blue box materialized on a city street corner in London. …Well, alternate-universe London, anyway.
“Have… have we landed?” the Time Lord spoke to an empty console room, eyes still adjusting to the relative darkness as he pulled himself up off the floor. “Where even are… …oh no.” he cut himself off as he came to his senses about the situation, rushing over to the now dark console and placing his hands on it. “Come on then, wake up.” he commanded, his eyes scanning the machine restlessly for any sign of activity or life. “Wake up.” he repeated himself, voice growing in concern. A few more seconds went by without any response, and the Doctor’s worrying peaked. “WAKE UP!” he yelled, pounding his fist on the console. A moment later, the quiet hum of life in the machine could be heard again as the lights flickered back on. He gave a loud sigh of relief. “Don’t scare me like that, girl…” he spoke to his TARDIS, running his fingers gently over the console. He took another deep breath before attempting to re-rail his train of thought from earlier. “Now then… where are we?” he asked aloud, turning on the TARDIS scanner. He couldn’t get any sort of image, though, as the screen was covered with static. His eyes narrowed, perplexed, and he realized that something still felt… off, about his dear TARDIS. Sure, thankfully she wasn’t dead, at least, but she still seemed somewhat… sick. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, voice full of genuine concern as his eyes scanned the console for any sign of a mechanical problem…
And while the Doctor was too concerned with his box to so much as poke his head outside to figure out where the two of them had landed, it turned out that the TARDIS at least hadn’t landed in some horrible tear in the fabric of space-time or anything — rather, it had safely landed in early 21st century Britain, the unmistakable wheezing sound signature to the Doctor’s TARDIS announcing its presence as the blue box materialized on a city street corner in London. …Well, alternate-universe London, anyway.