[It had been a few days time now, the rain had finally subsided and reality could really sink in. The situation was all so ludicrous, it wasn't going to be an easy transition for Alois. Sulking, with his head resting on one arm, the boy looked out the nearby window. He was still alone.. no matter what the others said. None of these people reallt knew him.. and it was likely to remain that way.
Consequentially the blue box appearing out of no where startled him form his chair. "Where did that come from!?".
He watched at the Doctor exited looking as jovial as usually. God, how he despised anyone who looked so happy. Having nothing better to do, he left his room and made his way for the door. This box-- was a curiosity that needed investigating.]
[As usual this guy is acting dotty. Alois is wondering if it's all just an act or if the Doctor truly has a screw loose himself]
..... [Decides to completely ignore those statements in order to get to the matter he's more interested in. He approaches the blue box tentatively, clasping his hands behind his back. He moves fluidly as he walks around the contraption leaning in ever to slightly to get a better view]
Police-- box..? [Alois pauses and reaches out to touch the side, half expecting his fingers to pass right through it. It really wasn't here a minute ago..]
[That's what the sonic screwdriver is for, didn't you know, Alois? Okay not really.
The Doctor watches, now, amused; proud, even.]
A police box. [He strides over and places a fond hand on it.] From London in the 1960's--telegraphs were used to get in contact with the police station, then phones when they were invented.
[He's able to touch the blue box, but draws his hand back swiftly. It felt pretty solid..]
[He looks to the Doctor for answers, but still doesn't know how what he's saying could be true] If it were really from the 1960s that would be a difference of.. [Thinks it over] Over seventy years. I'm no where near 86 years old... [Frowns at the Doctor in a childish manner before it dissolves. He's too curious to be annoyed for long]
I'm familiar with both the telegraph and the telephone.. [Translation: I'm not completely daft.] You're not going to tell me that they all can appear wherever they want to, are you?
[Judging from the emphasis that the Doctor had placed on the word "thing", Alois wondered if he'd insulted him. He was mildly frustrated that the talking kept talking about this thing like everyone should know what one is.]
Yes of course it is. Why didn't I see it before? [Sarcasm]
Can it still travel even though it ended up in here? [He looked to the Doctor with a sparkle of childlike wonder and innocence in his eyes. A rare thing indeed]
Not everyone does. TARDIS--Time. And. Relative. Dimensions. In. Space.
[That sparkle is reflected in the Doctor's own expression.] Of course it can. Through space and just a little bit of time--something in this city's restricting it; not that I'd leave if I could, no, the mystery's far too good to pass up, but if you asked me to travel to the city's founding, well, I just couldn't.
I normally could, mind, but this ridiculous place--what drew us here--[He's pointing at Alois for emphasis.]--it's keeping us here. Things only do that for a reason and I intend to find out why.
[Whatever, barely listens to what the letters stand for]
[The prospect gives the child some hope-- which is snatched away shortly thereafter. Looks back to the police box/Tardy thing.] It would be faster than traveling by foot or on a carriage. What about last week? Could you travel back to last week?
Wait-- [Scrutinizes the box] Only one person can stand in it at a time... or two if you squish together? [Though Alois wouldn't have many qualms about the close quarters... ]
Consequentially the blue box appearing out of no where startled him form his chair. "Where did that come from!?".
He watched at the Doctor exited looking as jovial as usually. God, how he despised anyone who looked so happy. Having nothing better to do, he left his room and made his way for the door. This box-- was a curiosity that needed investigating.]
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Did you lose something?
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Not like you've really got your own, bless the lot of you.
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..... [Decides to completely ignore those statements in order to get to the matter he's more interested in. He approaches the blue box tentatively, clasping his hands behind his back. He moves fluidly as he walks around the contraption leaning in ever to slightly to get a better view]
Police-- box..? [Alois pauses and reaches out to touch the side, half expecting his fingers to pass right through it. It really wasn't here a minute ago..]
What... is this thing?
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The Doctor watches, now, amused; proud, even.]
A police box. [He strides over and places a fond hand on it.] From London in the 1960's--telegraphs were used to get in contact with the police station, then phones when they were invented.
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[He looks to the Doctor for answers, but still doesn't know how what he's saying could be true] If it were really from the 1960s that would be a difference of.. [Thinks it over] Over seventy years. I'm no where near 86 years old... [Frowns at the Doctor in a childish manner before it dissolves. He's too curious to be annoyed for long]
I'm familiar with both the telegraph and the telephone.. [Translation: I'm not completely daft.] You're not going to tell me that they all can appear wherever they want to, are you?
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Are you saying that this thing. can?
[Then what the hell are you still doing here. Catches himself before he says that. Moves around to what he assumes in the front of it.]
How does it open? [Looking for a handle. That could be one..]
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Yes of course it is. Why didn't I see it before? [Sarcasm]
Can it still travel even though it ended up in here? [He looked to the Doctor with a sparkle of childlike wonder and innocence in his eyes. A rare thing indeed]
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[That sparkle is reflected in the Doctor's own expression.] Of course it can. Through space and just a little bit of time--something in this city's restricting it; not that I'd leave if I could, no, the mystery's far too good to pass up, but if you asked me to travel to the city's founding, well, I just couldn't.
I normally could, mind, but this ridiculous place--what drew us here--[He's pointing at Alois for emphasis.]--it's keeping us here. Things only do that for a reason and I intend to find out why.
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[The prospect gives the child some hope-- which is snatched away shortly thereafter. Looks back to the police box/Tardy thing.] It would be faster than traveling by foot or on a carriage. What about last week? Could you travel back to last week?
Wait-- [Scrutinizes the box] Only one person can stand in it at a time... or two if you squish together? [Though Alois wouldn't have many qualms about the close quarters... ]
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[He looks mystified in his own thoughts before he snaps himself out of it and leans against the TARDIS, grinning.]
It's bigger on the inside.
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How could it be bigger on the inside? [He returned to feeling for a handhold] You mean bigger than it looks, right?
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No.
I don't know how to put it in simpler terms for you to understand. Small box here, larger space in there. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space.
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