Somewhere beyond the crevices of space and time, beyond black holes and asteroids, floated a Police Box that wasn't really a police box. The outside of the box was painted a dull shade of blue, tattered and worn out from (what looked like) years of travel. The lamp atop the box flashed periodically, keeping perfect tempo with the gentle, slow spinning motion of the box itself.
On the inside of the box was a spectacular sight. A large, indiscernibly shaped room, hued with a bright, sterile white color. The walls were studded with roundels that provided a soft, yellow dim and very soft humming. Studded in what could be the center of the room was a hexagonal console, glistening with bits and bobs of knobs and switches, levers of all sorts, screens, and a particularly suspicious blinking red light.
Somewhere beyond this room was several corridors and pathways, forming a labyrinth of rooms, lounges, libraries, swimming pools, and more. In one of these rooms, specifically the massively expanding wardrobe, was a man who was skimming through coats and ties.
His gently tufted hair bobbed and waved back and forth as he tried on one coat, and then the other. He mumbled to himself about said coats, commenting on whether they matched his checked waistcoat, or whether they matched his cravat. "Perhaps the grey one...I think this one will do."
Draping the coat over his arm, he made his way back to the console room, hanging up the coat on the coat rack that had hung in the corner, next to his massively long scarf. He made his way over to the console, casually observing the vortex passing swiftly by, making no notice of the blinking red light that was beeping ever so obnoxiously....
"Hmm? What's this? A warning, old girl? What is it?" He patted the console gently, as if consoling it. The blinking red light started blinking faster. The Doctor flipped a switch next to the light, causing the time/space coordinate display breeze through some numbers, times, and dates. At long last it settled on a singular coordinate.
"April the 7th, 2014
224 Osgodby Street
Yorkshire, England, United Kingdom
I don't get it, old girl. A trap? A sign?"
Without even flipping a switch, the TARDIS began to wheeze and groan in a familiar tone that it usually did, signaling to it's passengers that it has materialized successfully and promptly. The Doctor shrugged, grabbed his coat, scarf, and hat, and promptly ran out of the doors...