A Most Curious Anomaly [video]
[My friend, I don't know who you are, or if you're aware, but you've left your Guide sitting down in the Hangar and it's switched itself on. The poor device must be so terribly lonely, all by itself amongst this machinery; thankfully it's about to gain a new friend.]
[From its position on the ground, the abandoned Guide's camera captures a bizarre flickering between two personal spaceships, along with the oddest sound to ring through these halls for quite some time.]
vvvvwwwWWWOOOOORRRPpppppp....vvvWWWOOOOORRRRpppppp...VVVVWWooOOORrrrrrp...
[Like something out of a terrible science fiction show from the late 70's, a beaten blue police box materializes with pulses of light and screeching to accommodate, unsettling loose papers to blow in a maelstrom of residency forms and babel fish registration packets, even upsetting the Guide to some degree. It tumbles once or twice and settles with its lens facing away, pressed against the tire of a nearby vehicle, undecipherable at this angle but very much present.]
[Behind it, there comes a new sound:]
Thud.
[The pulses of light abruptly cease. Then it is unnervingly quiet.]
[A door opens and creaks with rusty hinges. Some swishing sounds, a brief crumpling as something dragging along the ground disturbs a piece of paper, masking what one assumes is footsteps. The paper crumples again, trapped in the arrival's grasp, and it is once again silent.]
...Hmm. What rigorous protocol. Very impressive use of legalese, I must admit. [The speaker is male, an older fellow, distinctly British to the untrained ear but Gallifreyan to the few that know. He's talking to someone else-or at least he thinks he is-however, no other footsteps have followed after his own, suggesting that he's merely talking to himself, which he does not seem to notice or mind.] Although it could be put to much better use than this. Power enough to draw in a TARDIS and all they can focus on are vehicle painting regulations-Oh? And what's this?
[More shuffling, the paper lands softly just as a hand wraps around part of the camera and lifts it into the air, hovering at odd angles while the observer curiously studies it from behind.]
An electronic novel of some sort?...No, no, a guide. The Guide. Hmm. [His hands move out of the way, the Guide it turned towards him and we see, for the first time, the face of this individual, at the moment drawing his wide mouth into a pensive line to match the flatness of his brow, hidden under a spill of brown curls that surround his features in a wide circle. A multicolored scarf crawls up his neck near the bottom edge, shifting as he continues to ponder to himself.] Funny; you would think I'd heard of such a popular book. Must have gone out of favor fairly quickly, wouldn't you say, Doctor? [His face splits into a broad grin. Somewhere in those buggy eyes glitters infinite understanding-at the moment, however, it manifests in recognition and recognition only.]...Or for that matter...Why hello. I wasn't aware that this apparatus had recording capabilities. How clever...The real question is, of course, who are you transmitting to, eh? Who is that on the other line?
[He taps the screen, which pangs loudly and thus satisfies him for several awkward seconds. Then he blinks and tucks the Guide under his arm, heading back towards his magical police box. In the hand that is visible he holds an ornate key.]
Well, that was fun! Now I've been terribly delayed by coming here, so I really must das-
[The door, apparently, won't open. The strange man jiggles the key a few times, bangs on the sturdy wood.]
...Come on old girl, not now...[He kicks the door. This does more damage to his foot than the lock and sends him backpedaling.]-Ow! Ow. Ohhh, this is not good-Really now, this is completely irrational! I can't fix you if I don't know what's the matter, now can I? What confounded luck! Locked out of my own TARDIS! Hmph!
[As he continues to sulk, the feed cuts.]
[From its position on the ground, the abandoned Guide's camera captures a bizarre flickering between two personal spaceships, along with the oddest sound to ring through these halls for quite some time.]
vvvvwwwWWWOOOOORRRPpppppp....vvvWWWOOOOORRRRpppppp...VVVVWWooOOORrrrrrp...
[Like something out of a terrible science fiction show from the late 70's, a beaten blue police box materializes with pulses of light and screeching to accommodate, unsettling loose papers to blow in a maelstrom of residency forms and babel fish registration packets, even upsetting the Guide to some degree. It tumbles once or twice and settles with its lens facing away, pressed against the tire of a nearby vehicle, undecipherable at this angle but very much present.]
[Behind it, there comes a new sound:]
Thud.
[The pulses of light abruptly cease. Then it is unnervingly quiet.]
[A door opens and creaks with rusty hinges. Some swishing sounds, a brief crumpling as something dragging along the ground disturbs a piece of paper, masking what one assumes is footsteps. The paper crumples again, trapped in the arrival's grasp, and it is once again silent.]
...Hmm. What rigorous protocol. Very impressive use of legalese, I must admit. [The speaker is male, an older fellow, distinctly British to the untrained ear but Gallifreyan to the few that know. He's talking to someone else-or at least he thinks he is-however, no other footsteps have followed after his own, suggesting that he's merely talking to himself, which he does not seem to notice or mind.] Although it could be put to much better use than this. Power enough to draw in a TARDIS and all they can focus on are vehicle painting regulations-Oh? And what's this?
[More shuffling, the paper lands softly just as a hand wraps around part of the camera and lifts it into the air, hovering at odd angles while the observer curiously studies it from behind.]
An electronic novel of some sort?...No, no, a guide. The Guide. Hmm. [His hands move out of the way, the Guide it turned towards him and we see, for the first time, the face of this individual, at the moment drawing his wide mouth into a pensive line to match the flatness of his brow, hidden under a spill of brown curls that surround his features in a wide circle. A multicolored scarf crawls up his neck near the bottom edge, shifting as he continues to ponder to himself.] Funny; you would think I'd heard of such a popular book. Must have gone out of favor fairly quickly, wouldn't you say, Doctor? [His face splits into a broad grin. Somewhere in those buggy eyes glitters infinite understanding-at the moment, however, it manifests in recognition and recognition only.]...Or for that matter...Why hello. I wasn't aware that this apparatus had recording capabilities. How clever...The real question is, of course, who are you transmitting to, eh? Who is that on the other line?
[He taps the screen, which pangs loudly and thus satisfies him for several awkward seconds. Then he blinks and tucks the Guide under his arm, heading back towards his magical police box. In the hand that is visible he holds an ornate key.]
Well, that was fun! Now I've been terribly delayed by coming here, so I really must das-
[The door, apparently, won't open. The strange man jiggles the key a few times, bangs on the sturdy wood.]
...Come on old girl, not now...[He kicks the door. This does more damage to his foot than the lock and sends him backpedaling.]-Ow! Ow. Ohhh, this is not good-Really now, this is completely irrational! I can't fix you if I don't know what's the matter, now can I? What confounded luck! Locked out of my own TARDIS! Hmph!
[As he continues to sulk, the feed cuts.]