"Are you alright, Data?" Picard asked his android Second Officer on the control platform in the middle of the TARDIS console room.
"Yes, Captain," Lieutenant Commander Data replied. "The TARDIS energy has returned to its home within the ship. It was...remarkable."
"Not to worry, Captain," said the youthful Do tor as he adjusted the anachronistic controls on the hexagonal console. "Only minor damage to the old girl. I'll have us rendevoused with the Enterprise in no time."
"Make it so, Doctor," said Picard.
The Doctor shifted a lever that closely resembled the throttle on a motorboat. As soon as he suited it the TARDIS began to violently toss about.
"What's going on?" demanded the Doctor's flame haired companion whose Scottish temper often matched her hair.
"It must be the after effects of the Borg's infiltration of the TARDIS system," explained the Doctor throwing switches maniacally on a panel dominated by a rotating gyroscope.
"Can you stabilize you ship?" asked Picard who clung to a rail near the Doctor.
"That's what I am trying to do," said an annoyed Doctor.
As quickly as the turbulence came on it ended. With a soft gong sound the glass spheres in the towering time column came to rest.
"Well done, Doctor," said Picard as he adjusted his red and black tunic.
"There's you shop, Captain," said the Doctor as he hit a key on an ancient typewriter m in red on one of the panels. Immediately the lathe, circular views screen by the exterior doors flickered to life. On it was displayed the sky line of a vast city.
"That's not the Enterprise," growled Lieutenant Worf, Picard's chief of security.
"Indeed, it's not," said Picard.
"The damage from the Borg must have been worse than I thought," said the Doctor, working at a panel with a Bunsen burner on it. The wood framed monitor above it displayed a series of circular patterns.
"May I assist, Doctor?" asked the golden skinned android. "I have an unique understanding of the TARDIS after having absorbed the power from her heart."
"I imagine that you do," said the Doctor with some suspicion in his voice. "But we can leave the TARDIS to cleaning out her own systems."
"Intriguing," said Data. "What a marvelous machine."
"I think the TARDIS just found herself a boyfriend," said Rory with a broad grin beneath his hawk nose.
"Stop it!" scolded the Doctor as he defended the ramp from the console platform to the landing before the exterior doors. "There's been more than enough hanky pinky in the TARDIS with you two."
"Doctor," said Data with all seriousness, "I have no romantic intentions toward your craft."
"Doctor, where are you going?" asked Picard.
"To explore," said the Doctor.
"I need to get back to my ship."
"You're an explorer, not a soldier, Captain."
"How do you know that?"
"Trust me, I know the look of an old, reluctant warrior."
"I would call me old, Doctor."
"Captain, that's New York City out there."
"We're in New York?" asked Amy.
"Look!" cried Rory. "There's the Empire State Building."
"I've been to New York," said Picard with a smile.
"Nineteen Thirties New York?" asked the Doctor slyly.
"Really?"
"I don't think Commander Data and I would fit in well in a pre- first contact Earth city," growled Worf.
"Nonsense, Mr. Worf," said the Doctor. "I think the ponds can find something to help you fit in"
"To the wardrobe room!" cried Amy.
"To the wardrobe!" echoed Rory.
"Geronimo!" shouted the Doctor as he ran up some stairs.
The Doctor led them through the winding corridors of the TARDIS to a massive, tiered room filled with endless racks of clothing. A spiral staircase dominated the center of the room.
Less than an hour later, the doors of a London metropolitan police box on the streets of New York opened. Out strolled Amy in a period dress complete with veiled hat, the Doctor in his customary tweed suit and bow tie, Worf in a zoot suit with a very large brimmed hat covering his Klingon brow ridges, and the rest in conservative suits of the period.
"This is not going to work," growled Worf.
