Somewhere in London 2000, just before the New Year countdown began, a man wearing a trench coat was walking into a dark alley. His coat tails were drenched from being dragged through so many puddles, his long, curly hair drenched from the rain and his breath was tainted with the smell of alcohol. He had in fact downed at least six pints of beer, yet apart from the occasional swaying, he managed to stay upright surprisingly well. At the end of the valley, a large rectangular looking object was covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, which the man jerked off to reveal an ancient phone box from many years ago. An eerie green light emitted from every window and from the gap between its doors.
The man fumbled in his pocket for a key, unaware of the green sparks leaking from the box. He looked up at the box, then behind himself, then at the keyhole and produced the key, sighed, and attempted to ram it into the hole. On his third attempt, the key slotted in.
A green bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, avoided the various skyscrapers and lightning rods surrounding the alley, and struck the lamp at the top of the box. Green sparks crawled quickly down the sides of the box, through the key and into the man holding it. He screamed as green energy surrounded him and the box, as he felt time itself pulling him forcefully through history.
The Doctor practically danced around the console, pulling various levers, flicking switches and re-arranging… well, Amy reflected, she wasn't sure what he was re-arranging, but it probably had some complicated name or another. He seemed generally elated yet absorbed in his work. Based on her previous encounters, she felt completely safe with him inside his ship. That was until she saw an image flash briefly across the Tardis' monitor. It looked like some kind of creature to Amy, but even though she'd only been on two voyages with the Doctor, it still seemed out of place to her.
"Doctor?" she asked. He was confused at first as he came out of his trance, but he still kept his smile as he ambled over. She pointed at the image, and even as he turned his head, his smile faded to be replaced by a look of utmost fear. Quickly he dashed back to the console and entangled himself in the workings of the Tardis.
"Doctor, what's going on?" She asked again. The Doctor flung his head up to respond but she never got to hear what he had to say, for one reason, he replied far too quickly to comprehend, but another reason, perhaps the most important one, was that the monitor exploded in a shower of green sparks behind her as he was speaking.
It was at that moment that the tardis jerked into life. Parts of the console glowed green and shot sparks occasionally, while the Doctor and Amy were flung helplessly around as the tardis hurtled through time and space. Eventually, as the shaking died down, the Doctor managed to pull himself towards the console and once again set to work, almost fighting against the controls.
Amy had no idea what had just happened, but that was nothing new, because she'd been confused like this many times in just a few journeys with the Doctor. But judging by the look of terror on the Doctor's face, she felt it could wait.
In time, he retreated from the console, which was still spewing sparks, somewhat smug, but he was clearly paranoid about something. It was seconds before he even remembered Amy, who was lying against one of the tardis' walls.
"Sorry about that. Some kind of temporal interference. I'm afraid we've rather been tardisnapped."
Amy's eyebrows shot upward at a speed formally only reachable by rays of light.
"WHAT?"
