Wardrobe

"You're sure this is the right place, Doctor?" asked Romana. It had seemed quite probable that the unremarkable wooden box had been a TARDIS. But that was five minutes ago.

"Oh yes," replied the Doctor, cheerfully tramping through the snow.

"Seems a bit...big."

"It is a TARDIS, Romana."

"You don't think it's a bit cold?"

"Nonsense. Just the environmental controls playing up."

"Well, what about that lamppost?"

"Ah."

"And that fawn?"

"Well..."

"And that rather evil looking witch."

"Maybe...duck Romana!" he shouted as the witch turned her wand on them. The tree behind them turned to stone. They exchanged glances.

"Run!"