The time winds battered Dorothée's motorcycle as she rode it through the vortex. This was all wrong, something was screwing with time. The mists of the vortex were almost bright red and if Dorothée squinted she could see... was that lightning? In the vortex that should be almost impossible. Dorothée set the vortex driver on her bike to locate the source of the disturbance, upgrading from the time hopper turned out to be a good idea after all.
The report came through, Earth and a city called Paris. One of Dorothée's usual haunts since she became Time's Vigilante, she really hoped it didn't turn out to be a future version of herself who decided to turn evil and hold the entire planet hostage. That would be really naff. Dorothée set spatial co-ordinates and was just about to set temporal when she looked in her wing mirror saw the last thing she ever expected to see again.
A big blue box hurtled toward Dorothée at tremendous speed and showed no sign of stopping. The engines of the blue box let out a roar that would send any nearby vortisaur running for its mummy and then the light at the top of the box exploded sending sparks just over Dorothée's head.
Inside the blue box, its pilot The Doctor was leaping from panel to panel on the TARDIS console. He tried locking on to the source of the time distortion but his old Type Forty was finding it hard to even admit the existence of the distortion. Nevertheless The Doctor programmed his ship to dematerialize inside the vortex at the precise point where the winds met the lightning, in theory the old girl should be able to ride the distortion to the point it originated from. He just had enough time to activate the controls before being flung into his comfy red chair, which in turn toppled over sending him onto the mahogany TARDIS floor.