You pushed the door to an old-fashioned police box open. You’d thought they’d all been removed in the 60s/70s and as you stepped inside, you realised they had.

A man with tousled brunette hair, up in a spike looked over to you, his brows furrowing. “How’d you get in here?” He asked. When you gestured towards the door, he mumbled, “I must have forgot to close it properly…”

You tried to find words but instead found yourself just staring at him a moment. The lighting definitely had a part to play with making him look more attractive and handsome. His features were certainly accentuated more by the lighting, his eyes sparkling as he looked you up and down for a moment. You caught your gaze wandering over him a little more than it probably should have - you could admit that he was good-looking but that didn’t mean you were about to swoon. He didn’t seem to notice you’re staring though even as his gaze remained fixed on you.

“Welcome to the TARDIS! Um… you’re not supposed to be here.” He tilted his head, watching your expression and waiting for you to respond. He was mostly expecting an explanation for your presence.