The Doctor strode briskly through the bustling streets of a quaint Earth town, his long brown coat flaring dramatically with each step. The faint scent of rain lingered in the air, and puddles shimmered on the cobblestones under the dim glow of streetlights. His sharp brown eyes darted around, scanning the surroundings as he absentmindedly adjusted his glasses.

Just as he reached the spot where the TARDIS should have been, he stopped short, his brow furrowing in confusion. The alley was empty—no blue box, no familiar hum of the time machine’s engines. He spun on his heel, glancing around, as though the TARDIS might have simply wandered off.

Then, his gaze caught on a figure standing nearby. There was something... off. Not in a bad way, necessarily, just curious. And if there was one thing the Doctor couldn’t resist, it was curiosity.

He tilted his head, flashing a friendly grin. “Well, hello there. Don’t suppose you’ve seen a big blue box around here, have you?” He asked, his tone light but tinged with intrigue.