He heard a man’s voice coming out of the speaker. But at least the signal was made much clearer.
She didn’t always take him to where he wanted to go.
Ever since the TARDIS received a strange radio signal that was nothing but garbled nonsense, he was thrown off course, because of course it does. Something was off he was supposed to meet up with his companion and friend, Clara Oswald. His hands resting on the console, the Doctor stared at the monitor overhead, double-checking and then triple-checking the TARDIS’ coordinates. That man was a time traveler, a Time Lord from the lost planet Gallifrey, known as the Doctor. By the many-sided console was a tall, pale old man with silver hair and green eyes, wearing a navy-blue jacket with red lining on it. Inside was a large, neon control room, much bigger inside than on the outside. Then, a blue police box, the light flashing on the top, appeared out of the space-time vortex.
At first, it was a wheezing and groaning sound that echoed in the night.
