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Paul's P.O.V
I stepped into the box. And then I stepped out of it again. And then I stood in the door way, shaking my head around trying to make sense of a fucking stupid impossibility. It was bigger on the inside. "Right then you coming in or not: you're letting out the heat." The doctor yelled from the central buttoney, switchey leveryish thing. Scratch that; I'm not five anymore. How to describe it then? Mushroom-shaped control panel. Yes, that's it: for a man famous for his words, his poetic, flowing river of beautiful language with an even more glorious voice (even if I do say so myself - and no, it is NOT gloating, in case you're wondering), I sometimes was a little clumsy in the aspect, stumbling over my words in a torrent of stutters. "It... it's... it's...". "Bigger on the inside?" Rose provided helpfully. "And in," I finished, with more confidence. "In what?" The doctor asked confusedly, "I'm coming with you!" I replied boldly. And I did. For three ish years I traveled the galaxy (time is difficult to ten in that thing) but when he took me back home something wasn't quite right...