As the TARDIS materialized with a whooshing sound, the Doctor stepped out. He glanced around the cluttered workroom, looking slightly puzzled. "Oi, this doesn't look like Barcelona, I must have made a wrong turn." He continued to take in his surroundings, a small calender catching his eye. The date seemed wrong, to him. "How could I end up in 1967? I wasn't even traveling through time." He kept talking to himself in his light Scottish-English accent. "March 27th, eh? Well, It could be worse. Well, not that much worse. Well, I don't know. What's important about this place and date? Let's see...Nope, I got nothing. Not that it means anything." He glanced at the calender again. The only date that seemed important to the owner was March 31st. A note was written in short hand, but the Doctor easily translated it. "Birthday. For who? The owner? Something seems odd about this place." He took a step, and immediately tripped over an obstacle, his trench coat flapping behind him. As he picked himself up, he turned to see what seemed to suddenly appear under his feet. "K-9! Wait... Is that K-9? It looks like K-9, but it's not working, hmm.." He trailed off as he continued to look around. There were bits and pieces of everything, from parts of toys to cars to what appeared to be...computers? That really threw him off. Computers weren't suppose to be available to the public until the late seventies,so what was some doing here a decade before it's time? As the Doctor continued to look around, movement caught his eye. He turned to look, and a flash of pain and white shot across his vision and everything went dark.
Griffin had knocked out the mysterious man with the slightly sexy accent. She wasn't interest in him. For all she cared, he could be an alien. All she wanted was to look at the box machine thinggy that he arrived in. She had never seen anything like it before, and she could tell that it needed repairs. She wasn't sure what it needed until she got her hands on the mechanics of the thing. She grabbed her old mechanic jumpsuit, it neon orange covered in grease. It was the only one she had, and it was relatively clean. She wasn't sure how dirty it would be inside, and she was on her last clean shirt. She grabbed a piece of cloth to keep her short black hair back, and yanked it on. After she pulled on the jumpsuit over her slight frame, she grabbed her toolbox and was about to enter the slightly opened door. As she was about to step inside, a thought struck her. After a pause, Griffin set down her tool box, and dragged the man over to a couch. With a grunt, she hauled his limp form onto the sagging couch. "sorry, but I'm more interested in what you came in. I also didn't want you talking to the sisters, reporting that I make demons or some crazy thing like that." With that, she picked up her toolbox and headed inside. As she looked around her, her face didn't have the expression of shock, but of amusement. "Figures that it's a coral theme. That guy is a nut case. Might as well be wearing tye-dye and hanging out with all the hippies in California." Griffin headed towards the main console, and began working.