"Wh-what?" He sputtered.

This was impossible. It was completely impossible and more than that utterly mad and made no sense whatsoever and just, "What? What?"

Joss opened the door, not even caring about Mickey any more. He circled the very wood, very small, very blue box.

He ducked in once again, unable to believe it. "Oh my god. It's bigger on the inside! Like, the inside is literally bigger than the outside! The outside is smaller! How did you do that? You can't just do that! That's completely impossible! Biggers aren't – I mean, outsides aren't sma – I mean it's bigger on the inside!"

"Oh really. Hadn't noticed." The Huntress said, smiling at him a little before turning back to the circular console that was bigger than the outside that hosted it even by itself, without even the rest of the room.

"How can you not notice? I mean, it's not just bigger on the inside, it's smaller on the outside! You don't just pop into a box and see that sort of thing! It doesn't happen!" Joss babbled. God, it would have to be – no, he couldn't think of any explanation but magic, and magic didn't happen either.

"Yeah, you'll find a lot of things that don't happen happen around me. Shut up."

Joss took deep breaths, trying to distract himself from the situation at hand. Alright, they were in a box that was bigger on the inside, and his best mate was plastic and trying to kill them, and –

"Wait a second! Mickey was about to break through but I haven't heard anything!" Joss said, the receding panic rushing back in.

"Nah, this old thing's stronger than some rouge Auton. You'd be surprised what's tried to break in here. Key word: tried. Not succeeded."

"Oh, okay, makes me feel so much better." Joss muttered. "Why did you take off his head? It didn't actually do anything, did it?"

"Oh, that's so I can trace the signal. Doesn't work with an arm." The Huntress replied casually, as if she did this sort of thing every day.

Maybe she did, though. How would he knew? He barely knew her.

"Are you – " Joss stopped himself, unable to believe what he'd almost asked, and then asked it anyway. "Are you alien?"

"Yeah. That alright?" She asked.

"Oh. Uh, I guess so." He said, staring at her. "You don't look alien." He said, unable to stop himself.

"Nope." She said.

"How does that work?" Joss asked helplessly.

"Oh, you know, convergent evolution, and it's a pretty good body shape. Mind you, we had it first." She said.

"So what are you then?" Joss asked, brain screaming at him to ask a million questions, but for some reason his mouth wasn't working properly right now. Maybe it hadn't been getting enough exercise recently?

"Time Lord. Or, more properly, lady, but lord generally works for the species at large."

"Oh, interesting name! So how does that work? Are you the extreme time keepers of the wor- I mean universe, or does your planet have the basic unit of time measurement for the universe, or are you just very economical in your time management – wait. If you're an alien why do you sound like you're from the North? Wouldn't you have a different accent?"

"You're taking this surprisingly well, if you can call that 'well'." The Huntress said derisively. "Anyway, lots of planets have a north. Time Lords are... complicated."

"Wait, so your accent just happens to match up exactly with a northern one? That doesn't – beyond the fact that you already look human – but – what?" Joss stuttered.

"It's usually best to just ignore the implausible." The Huntress advised.

Joss scrunched his eyes shut in an attempt to make the world make sense again. It didn't work.

"Alright, so what's with the ship?" He asked, giving up.

"Oh, this is my TARDIS. Stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space." The Huntress said casually.

Joss' brow furrowed for a moment as he parsed the name. "Wait, so... Time for Time Lords, right? And then... I think you said it was a vehicle of some sort, before? So that would be the space thing. "

"Very clever." The Huntress looked vaguely approving. "Wrong, of course, but clever nonetheless."

"So what's it mean, then?" Joss asked.

"Bit complicated, that question." The Huntress said.

"Yes, well, I'd like an ans- Mickey's melting!" Joss observed suddenly.

"What?" The Huntress said, looking comically lost for a moment. "Oh, no no no no no!" She began running around the console, doing who knew what. "The signal, it's fading!"

Joss surveyed the room, which had begun tilting and making that strange... grind-y noise that he'd heard before. The Huntress had focused in on the console, and she was muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "Almost there, girl. You've got it, just a little more!"

Joss had no time to process the fact that the Huntress was talking to this machine more like a pet than, well, a machine. She was already running out the door.

"Wait, but isn't there – " He protested, running after her instinctively.

But no, instead of the small gated area they'd been in before, now the – TARDIS, right? She'd called it a TARDIS, he was pretty sure – was overlooking the city skyline. It was a breathtaking view. This was not because it was particularly pretty, although it was that as well. It was mostly just because it was one of the last things Joss had been expecting.

Apart from, of course, the entire day so far.

Welllll, he had always wanted to be an astronaut...