People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect...
Those passing by the Rift room might hear a loud thump. This is caused by a tall, lean man in a pinstriped suit and trainers tumbling through the rift and slamming into the couch, rather hard.
He seems relatively unphased by it, though, because he bounds to his feet a second later with a triumphant whoop, sonic screwdriver in hand. And then he looks down at himself and realizes his suit - along with various other parts of him - is all covered in an unidentifiable purple goo. It's best not to ask, sometimes, with the Doctor.
"Oh, now that is just uncalled for. And a little disgusting. That is absolutely the last time I..." His gaze drifts up from his suit to the rift in front of him, and he trails off, staring at it in blank disbelief.
"...What?"
He seems relatively unphased by it, though, because he bounds to his feet a second later with a triumphant whoop, sonic screwdriver in hand. And then he looks down at himself and realizes his suit - along with various other parts of him - is all covered in an unidentifiable purple goo. It's best not to ask, sometimes, with the Doctor.
"Oh, now that is just uncalled for. And a little disgusting. That is absolutely the last time I..." His gaze drifts up from his suit to the rift in front of him, and he trails off, staring at it in blank disbelief.
"...What?"