The Doctor stumbled around the street. Hitting the ground had disorientated him, making him dizzy. He hadn't expected to be shoved out the TARDIS. Seeing as it didn't seem to coming back and the sun was going down, he needed to find somewhere to stay. Straitening his bowtie, he knocked on the door nearest. An old woman opened the door.
"We don't want any bloody feather-dusters!" she screamed and whacked the Doctor with her handbag. Covering his head with his arms, he scampered away from the flat and its crazy occupant, making a mental note. Never visit 221b Baker Street.