Post by Phil the Autistic on Oct 10, 2009 6:37:14 GMT -5
The TARDIS eventually came to a deep, grinding halt, landing squarely on solid ground with a weezing and groaning sound. Phil the Autistic looked around. Most of his belongings in the main area of his time and space machine were intact, albeit now intact on the floor. Phil sighed. He had a lot of cleaning up to do. In the meantime, though, he had to figure out something.
He had to figure out who. Who or what caused his TARDIS to be dragged so violently off-course and into this new world he was in. Phil turned on his Scanner. The Scanner brought up a picture of a park, on a nice sunny day. It seemed modern, yet it seemed so foreign in appearance. Phil had never been to this park before, in any world. There were few people about, and his TARDIS was cloaked in such a pattern that strangers would just ignore it being there, in any shape or form, so he could carry out his investigations in peace.
"Perhaps I can get some help, or maybe find out where and when I landed." Phil breathed to himself. Although he had made a lot of friends in many worlds, he did get lonely travelling by himself. His group forbade any other life form to travel in the TARDIS if they had Dimension-Crossing vehicles of their own. Pocketing his Sonic Screwdriver, the lonely autistic man stepped out of his TARDIS. It was the shape of an old shed now, but if he were to land anywhere else outside the park, his machine would change form to fit in with its surroundings. Locking up his TARDIS, Phil began to wander around, hoping to find out why he was brought here.... if he knew where here was....
He had to figure out who. Who or what caused his TARDIS to be dragged so violently off-course and into this new world he was in. Phil turned on his Scanner. The Scanner brought up a picture of a park, on a nice sunny day. It seemed modern, yet it seemed so foreign in appearance. Phil had never been to this park before, in any world. There were few people about, and his TARDIS was cloaked in such a pattern that strangers would just ignore it being there, in any shape or form, so he could carry out his investigations in peace.
"Perhaps I can get some help, or maybe find out where and when I landed." Phil breathed to himself. Although he had made a lot of friends in many worlds, he did get lonely travelling by himself. His group forbade any other life form to travel in the TARDIS if they had Dimension-Crossing vehicles of their own. Pocketing his Sonic Screwdriver, the lonely autistic man stepped out of his TARDIS. It was the shape of an old shed now, but if he were to land anywhere else outside the park, his machine would change form to fit in with its surroundings. Locking up his TARDIS, Phil began to wander around, hoping to find out why he was brought here.... if he knew where here was....