TARDIS.
Time and Relative Dimension in Space. In layman's terms, a machine that could travel through time and space. That's what the blue box was. Although it didn't look anything like a spaceship; in fact, it looked like an out-of-date police box. The TARDIS sat on a street corner in a deserted part of London, waiting for it's owner to return from whatever adventure he was off having.
This was the last machine of it's kind in the universe, a model that had been abandoned centuries ago for a new design. But like it's owner; this particular TARDIS had survived everything that it had been through. Alien worlds, wars, threats from other Time Lords, Daleks, the police box had persevered through it all. It had been damaged in the frequent bushes with danger, but the Doctor had always fixed it up, sometimes remodelling the interior when the mood struck him. Other times, the TARDIS itself made the modifications, sometimes out of necessity, sometimes because it was time for a change.
The TARDIS had been spray painted pink, had the words "Bad Wolf" written onto the side of it, washed overboard into an ocean, shot at, banged, bumped, had crash-landed numerous times, gone into alternate dimensions, and had been through thousands of other dangerous situations.
As day turned into dusk and eventually into night, the machine waited patiently, the city's nightlife lighting up the cloudy sky. The TARDIS had been around for centuries, another day of waiting wouldn't bother it.
