Ahh, the police box. Very retro, nice panels, and a little piece of British history. It was quaint and beautiful and Jack always loved the sight of it. Brought back lots of wonderful memories -- and, oh look, his brain shifted gears without a clutch as soon as he stepped through the door.
That clunking sound? It was his mind sputtering to the briefest of stops before he turned it over, gave it a bit of gas, and carried on without faltering too much in his step. "Nice place, Doc -- " He glanced sideways at the Eighth Doctor, who'd apparently known a different TARDIS interior in his day, and grinned a little. " -- mind you, I'm used to something a little more, uh, dark."
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Date: 2007-04-10 09:26 pm (UTC)That clunking sound? It was his mind sputtering to the briefest of stops before he turned it over, gave it a bit of gas, and carried on without faltering too much in his step. "Nice place, Doc -- " He glanced sideways at the Eighth Doctor, who'd apparently known a different TARDIS interior in his day, and grinned a little. " -- mind you, I'm used to something a little more, uh, dark."