There was a blue box standing in the corner of the large room which looked as if it had been taken from a giant doll house. Or from a hotel for Lilliputians: three-storied and two-storied beds next to the walls, writing desks, huge chests full of all kinds of items (from clothing to flying saucers which actually worked), plenty of chairs and pillows for sitting on them. Actually it could be a normal room, if everything in it - except for books on the large shelf in the farther end of the room and this very blue box - wasn't doll-sized.
And then something of a proper size appeared there. Or someone.
A shadow emerged in the middle of the room. At first it was nothing more than a cloud of sparkling mist, but then it gained shape and colour, as well as flesh, and finally it changed to become a dark-haired man in tweed jacket and pants with suspenders (who rolls the trouser sleeves like that anyway?) who was supine on the floor with his arms thrown to the sides, as if he were crucified.
For some moments it was quiet. Then a little voice spoke from somewhere behind one of the chests:
"Oooooh. First this box coming out of nowhere, and now its host!"
"Who told you that?" another voice replied.
"I feel it", the first voice noticed. "Is he dead?"
"Don't be stupid, Eight. If it was YOU who had raised from the dead, it doesn't mean anyone else should be able to do it".
"Very logical, One".
"Hey you two! I'll try to wake him up", much younger voice called from the corner.
The Doctor groaned and came back to consciousness. He didn't remember much was had happened. He had been making his way through the Horse Head Nebula to pay a visit to the planet Tincoless when all of a sudden his TARDIS had been captured by some kind of a force beam. It hadn't been like that time with the World of Show - or Badwolf Inc., or whatever, it had been more of a forced landing. Anyway, right now he was lying on some smooth surface, face up, and not really able to stand up. No, there were no handcuffs or ropes or anything, it was that he was feeling very heavy. Or very weak.
Unexpectedly something alive fussed next to his right side and began climbing onto his torso. The Doctor tried to shake it off, but it didn't give any result. The transportation always required a lot of energy, and it seemed that it had been taken even from his body, no words about the TARDIS... By the way, this place wasn't TARDIS. Or console room at least: the ceiling was very high, white and smooth. Boring ceiling.
The creature reached the Doctor's bowtie and stopped. The Doctor opened his eyes and looked down as far as he could - or maybe he had better not done it?
"Aaaaah!"
"Eeeeee!"
The little living thing tumbled onto the floor, but the Doctor managed to catch that it was a tiny human being, or much more like a very alive doll. One foot high (approximately, it couldn't be said for sure right now), with large brown eyes and a mop of dark hair, and... The Doctor could swear that he had seen red Scottish pattern. For a moment before the creature had fallen.
The Doctor, slightly panting, turned himself into a position on his side and finally saw the living doll in its - or his, for this was obviously a male one - full size. The small person was dressed into a white shirt with opened collar and - no, this hadn't been a hallucination - a red kilt, complete with sporran, and right now he was in a fighting position, ready to use his (probably world's smallest) dagger.
"Jamie?" the Doctor wondered. The small person's eyes occupied almost half of his face, and he lowered his weapon. "Is that you?"
"Meep", the "living doll" replied, nodding.
There was a rustle from behind the chests around, and now it was turn for the Doctor's eyes to widen - small heads began popping from every place which could keep a tiny little human being. In a moment another one got brave enough and approached to the Doctor. This time it was a tiny girl with reddish brown hair reaching the middle of her back and blue eyes, wearing some kind of a dress made of animal pelts, and also with a hunting knife.
"What a blast! If it isn't Leela!" the Doctor gasped, not knowing what he should do - widely smile or be surprised. Or both. Because it was only the beginning.