Clara watched in confusion as the Doctor ran around, flipping seemingly random levers and switches, doing his signature twirl move as he did so.
"So, how does it work, the TARDIS? Does it fly through space and time, or is it more like teleportation?" Clara asked.
"First off," replied the Doctor, a bit annoyed, "it's a she, in the literal sense, not an it. Second, she kind of does both. It all depends on-"
"Yeah, don't need to hear the specifics," Clara interrupted. She grimaced about what she had almost gotten herself into: a full on Doctor lecture. "Just tell me where the fridge is. I want another crack at that soufflé."
"Third door on your left. Be careful though, because Door Number 2 sends out static waves. You're wearing a knit sweater, so you don't want that happening."
"Thanks for the warning," Clara quipped.
Shortly after, Clara got once again trapped in the maze of halls in the TARDIS. Frustrated, she called "If you really hate me that much, come out and say it!" Of course, no reply came.
Down the hall, she spotted a door that read Control Rooms.
"Oh, thank you!" Clara exclaimed, but when she opened the door, she didn't see the familiar TARDIS console. What she saw was a misty room that seemed to have no end. In front of her was a straight line of TARDISes that stretched far into the damp fog.
"Hello?" Clara yelled, but all the could hear was the hum of the machines that stood before her, and the faraway echo of her voice.
Just out of curiosity, Clara stepped toward the first TARDIS in line and put her ear to the door. She heard a faint echo of a seemingly faded voice.
"Why doesn't the air get out? It is made of wood, ahhh, you've got a wooden time machine. Do you ever feel stupid? Sorry, back on the bow tie!" The voice was female, and had a light Scottish accent. The Doctor's voice said, "It's camouflage. It's disguised as a Police Telephone Box from 1963..."
Clara moved on to the next in line. This time, she heard 2 conversations overlapping. Clara noticed that while the man's voice was different in each conversation- one, with a Northern accent, the other, Estuarial English, the women's voices were the same English accent.
"Oh, you think you're so impressive." "I am so impressive!" "You wish!"
The other conversation went like this: "But we're in flight- that's physically impossible!" "Tell me where I am!" Clara thought the woman in the second conversation was a bit brash- almost like she had been cheated out of something big.
Intrigued, Clara stepped inside the blue box, the door slowly creaking and then locking shut behind her...
Cue Doctor Who Theme.
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