As they entered a clearing Gwen quickly caught up to him, looking curiously at the blue box. “Your transport…..it’s just a police box,” she told him flatly. Her head cocked to the side as she took in the sight. It was so out of place, like it was just plopped into the woods. She forgot her caution for a moment and tapped it lightly with her fingers.
It was real.
"I know these woods like the back of my hand. This has never been here," Gwen noted with a frown. Then again, he had said ‘transport,’ but that still made no sense.
"A police box? Wow– Hadn’t even noticed that in all of my two thousand years of travelling with this thing,“ he snapped in a sarcastic manner as he reached for his key. The box indeed seemed out of place, as much as the Doctor himself did, the blue colour almost being the opposite of the warmly coloured leaves scattered across the ground.
"Y'know, the sharp deduction skills that humans bear never do cease to amaze me.” While the Doctor rolled his eyes, the key of the police box slid into the lock with practiced ease. And then that click of the lock rang through the forest. A shiver ran through his spine as her entered the TARDIS; the Doctor loved that click. When all broke down around him –most times because of him– there was that one sound he could always count on; the click of his TARDIS’ doors opening up to him, an infinite world hidden inside.