The Delorean was travelling through many eons into the far off future. It was racing through time at its usual speed of eighty-eight miles per hour. Everything visible through the windows were merely blurs to the usual people it was carrying. A certain eccentric professor was sat in the driving seat with his hands gripped to the steering wheel while a particular youth was at his side.
"Hey, Doc, where we going this time?" Marty asked inquisitively. "Back to the Future?"
"I don't care, Marty!" Doc answered, turning to face the boy in the passenger seat. "Wherever we end up, I'm sure the community of the time will welcome a genius like me!"
"Doc!" Marty blinked over how his mentor had averted his gaze away from the windshield while driving his car at high speed. "Shouldn't you keep your eyes on the-er ... road of time travel?"
"Don't worry, Marty! We ain't got a chance of driving into anyone else out here! I'm the only doctor in the history of the universe completely capable of time travel-"
"DOC! LOOK OUT!"
On hearing Marty scream a warning, Doc swing his head back towards the windshield - and his eyes widened when he saw what was heading straight in their path.
"GREAT SCOTT!"
With a yell, he slammed his foot on the brakes - but not quickly enough...
CRASH!
The Delorean plowed into what happened to be an old-fashioned British police telephone box. It smashed into the front end of it, shattering its doors and walls while bits of broken wood hit the vehicle, shattering the windshield and denting the bodywork.
Inside the wrecked vehicle, Doc and Marty's faces emerged from the inflated airbags bags they had fallen into. On the instant of seeing what had happened to his beloved time-travelling car, rage boiled up inside the staggered professor.
From inside the wrecked police telephone box, a figure marched out of the broken door. He appeared equally just as furious as he marched over to the door to the driving seat of the Delorean.
"What have you done to my TARDIS?" he bellowed at Doc in an angry, English accent.
"I don't know what you are talking about..." Doc glared, unfazed by the confrontation of this fellow. "...but this is no place to put a phone booth!"
"You should've been watching where you were going! In all my years of time-travel my TARDIS, I have never encountered a wreck less driver like yourself!"
"Don't be ridiculous!" Doc scoffed. "I'm the only one who has ever existed that can travel through time - and there's no way you could do it with a crummy old thing like that!"
Trying to rise above the behaviour of the one who was boasting about what he was capable of doing himself, the stranger dove a hand into his pocket, closing it into a fist.
"Well I'm afraid you are responsible for this accident we are involved in, my friend. I'm going to have to take your insurance details if you please..."
"And besides, I don't please!" Doc snapped. "Besides, you must be more insane than I thought if you're expecting me to have insurance on this baby that you destroyed!"
"You don't have insurance, Doc?" Marty exclaimed, shocked.
"Of course not, Marty!" Doc turned to glare at the youngster questioning him about what he thought was ridiculous. "The Delorean is a time machine! Not a regular car!"
The stranger felt his anger increase over what he had just heard from the person who had destroyed his beloved TARDIS. His hand flung out of his pocket - before knocking Doc out with the Sonic Screwdriver he had clutched in his hand.
"Doc!" Marty cried, horrified by the sight of his mentor losing consciousness, thanks to the one who had . "Doc, are you alright?!"
Doc didn't reply. He just lay motionlessly in the driving seat with his face lying against the inflated airbag.
With his face filled with shock, Marty turned to gaze in bewilderment at the stranger, who was walking away from the Delorean to examine the phone box it had blowed into and destroyed.
"Who are you?"
The stranger turned to face the young boy. Seeing him as no bother in comparison to the mad scientist he had knocked out, he smiled at him.
"I'm the Doctor!"
"Huh?"
Marty stared. He was flabbergasted by the way the stranger had introduced himself. Was he really a time-travelling Doctor - just like Doc?
"Doctor Who?" he asked.
Still smiling at the boy, the Doctor remained silent, not answering his question. Then he turned and proceeded to examine his broken TARDIS, leaving Marty in the trashes Delorean with the insane yet unconscious Doc.