I stood in front of the so called "Time Machine", observing it for a long time. I didn't look at his face, but the Doctor had childish pride written all over it.

"Well" I slowly began. "I like the blue." I wasn't usually a fan of blue, but this shade in particular was old. Older was usually better.

"Yes the blue" He swung back and forth a little, clasping his hands together with a satisfied breath. "The most bluest blue in the universe~" The strange man looked as if he were about to declare his love in poems. The horrible but heart felt kind. He really liked his wooden Police Box I suppose. I had to admit, it was rather fabulous. But if that was the size, I was going to have to kindly decline.

"I hope it's bigger than it looks, because I don't see me riding anywhere in that with another person."

"Trust me!" He said with his happy grin. "There's plenty of room." I motioned for tweed Doctor to go in first. No way I was having a man come behind me in a small space.

"After you, then." I stated, giving him an observant eye. He shrugged, and sauntered to the door. Standing in front of it, he snapped his fingers. As if his head could get any bigger; and the doors creaked wide open, like magic. Or snap-on technology (the obvious alternative of clap-on). Folding my arms at his little stunt, I decided I might as well look inside.

Well then. That was unexpected.

Inside was more insides than could have fit in a normal wooden collection of boards and things. This was something impressive indeed. Like an implosion from the inside, where all the expanded stuff decided to not. I slowly inched closer to the doorway, looking over everything as I went. I wasn't much a fan of the colors, and there was a great lack in them, but the metal was definitely fancy. I took my first step inside and it echoed throughout the structure. My mouth was probably so wide open, I could have fit my foot in it.

"So what do you think?" Began the doctor, leaning on a console thingamajigger in the center. "I've heard it all." I couldn't stop a smile from smacking my face. Meandering from one end of the console to the other, I took a second to just listen. A quiet hum, a sort of pulsing noise surrounded the space. And what a lot of space that was.

"It's beautiful." I stated simply, holding back a sigh. "Does it have a name?"

"TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimensions in Space." He answered happily. I rose my eyebrows, watching as he pressed buttons and pulled levers.

"So no Irrelative Dimensions? Alternate Universes?" I mentioned, watching as he shuffled across from me to where I could not see what levers he messed with.

"Not exactly, no." He answered with a pointing finger from around the clear column, He pressed some buttons on a number pad to the side and dragging a hanging monitor closer to him.

"Why?"

"Dimension Travel is extremely dangerous. The process emits a form of energy that could hurt the TARDIS. And the TARDIS get's it's power from the time space of this dimension" He pushed some more buttons. Or at least I think he did. Couldn't see what he was doing. I took a seat in a chair/bench beside me, crossing my legs. I held back a hiss of pain. Hah, I forgot I battled an alien monster.

"What if you could transfer that other-dimensional energy into usable fuel for your pretty blue box?" I suggested, sifting in the seat to ease the pain. "Or maybe, something smaller, less use of power and such. Like say a portal making thingy." As I rambled on a bit, I saw the Doctor peek from behind his monitor. He gave me a look for a little while.

"Interesting…-Maybe." He said contemplatively, overlapping his statements in a hurry. It wasn't an interested contemplation, more of the 'you thought of it and I didn't' kind of thought. Or maybe he thought of it, and it didn't work. "Sounds like you've thought a bit about this stuff before." I shrugged.

"Remember though, I asked about the time machine first." He smiled a stupid smile, his eyebrows raised as he thought of the fact that I did indeed 'ask first'.

"Yes you did!" He then grew a bit worried. "You don't time travel often, do you?" I nearly burst out laughing. But didn't, because that would be rude.

"Do I look like I've traveled often?" He made a flabbergasted mumble jumbled string of almost words, pointing his sonic at me as if he were pointing a knowing finger.

"Well, prepared, yes!"

Oh yeah. Sometimes I forgot I wore goggles. I made a 'PSH' noise and waved a hand.

"The farthest I've been is Michigan." Yes looks was as far as I could go in the realm of science fiction. Or adventure. Or anything really. But I got so busy living a responsible life, all my adventure needs were pushed aside. I think at one point I decided if I looked the part, the other parts would fall into place. Of course I never assumed it would work. But here we are...

"Michigan's a good place! Not the best, but good!" The Doctor seemed to like his time traveling tangents. I tried circling us back to the mission at hand.

"And how far from Michigan is this place of healing?" I asked. The Doctor pulled one last lever and got ready to push a big red button.

"It's much higher than Michigan. And very much in the future!" He dramatically pushed the button, and the whole room shook. I clung to the side arms of my chair, trying not to put too much pressure on my leg. Easier said than done lemme tell ya.

Now wait… were we going to future Canada?