The Doctor had been on planet Earth for once, in modern times. Well, modern couldn't really describe anything, as time was everlasting. He was in a small warehouse in England, which was his semi-home until he could build a stattheim remote to get his TARDIS back. Well, he built multiple, but none of them seemed to work.
He was at a workstation, having gathered the tools necessary to build the remote. He finally finished, and doubtfully, he stood up. He walked to an opening in the warehouse, set the TARDIS to his coordinates, clicked a few buttons, and...
His eyes widened. A smile spread across his face, as he saw the TARDIS materialize right in front of him. As soon as it was finished, he ran inside, and was welcomed to the coat hanger, and the darkish gloomy place that he called his interior.
"I should probably get this place fixed up, but for now, why don't we take her for a spin?" He said, talking to himself. He started to pull levers and flick buttons on the TARDIS, jolting it into flight mode. It lifted off the ground, and successfully made it through the door and out into the city.
The Doctor heard a large THUMP. He looked on his monitor, and saw that he'd crashed into a small building, presumably a coffee shop.