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He raced around the hexagonal control panel in a one-man dance. Dialing a number here, and flipping a switch there, the skinny man in the brown suit and white trainers, also called sneakers, was a blur of activity. Intently focused in his work, he paid no notice to the young blonde girl who appeared from another room. Staring at him, with a look of dear God, what's he done now? She crossed her arms and watched him go about his frantic business.
"There! That got it," he says with a grin, putting his hands in his pockets, "That should stabilize her for the moment, spinning about in the vortex can be a tricky thing on the old body, not to mention what it can do to you humans, well let's just say I am glad I didn't have to clean that up" he said with a British accent hinted with a clear Scottish lilt.
"I said I was sorry," the young girl in a definite cockney tone responded, "But I've never travelled about in such a way before. I've got better now that we've been out a bit"
"Oh that you have my dear Rose, we have been out, and speaking of that, let's see where we're headed to next shall we? You wanted to see some history? Well how about THIS! Say hello to England 1846!" He said, pulling a lever, as the giant green rotor in the center of the console came to life with a groan pulsing with light as it moved up and down.
With a lurch, the rotor stopped, and the Doctor walked over to a control panel and punched a view of the outside. "Rose Tyler, you said you wanted to see sailing ships like in your pirate movies, well here you go!" he punched a button, and the screen came on to a dark lit street.
"Must be nighttime eh? Well let's go and have a look shall we? Looks a bit drafty, so best put on a coat," he said grabbing his brown full length trench coat. He opened the door and stepped out into a cobblestone street. Faint music could be heard in the distance, up a hill. A man walking his dog could also be seen coming towards him in the gloom. Rose ran out at a skip, pushing past him. Bouncing across the street to what looked like a sign board.
"Watch it Rose, don't get too far ahead," The Doctor warned her as he turned to close the door of his beloved TARDIS, forever in the shape of a London Police Call Box. While he might someday be able to repair the chameleon circuit, he had grown quite fond of her old familiar form.
"Umm Doctor, I think you best have a look at this," Rose said with a hint of frustration. Not only was the TARDIS's chameleon circuit busted, but her steering was also a bit wonky at times, as Rose had discovered in travelling with the Doctor. "You said 1846 right? Well try 1946!" She said pointing to a flyer tacked onto the board depicting a soldier standing tall with a swastika emblazoned on his right arm. Add to that, the flyer was clearly written in German. "And I certainly don't think this is England either, unless we are some on alternate Earth where we lost the bloody war!"
"No this is your earth alright, but why here and why now? The TARDIS always has a reason for altering course, so I guess we best find out what it is. Come on then, let's go look about shall we?" The Doctor said taking off in his usual carefree stride of wonder and curiosity.