It was 2:00 pm. The TARDIS flung through a city in London, with the Doctor holding on tightly. He was hanging onto the rim of the entrance (much like his next incarnation had done, must be a recurring trait) and the TARDIS was spinning out of control. Hopefully, if it crashed, he could put on quick repair again...hopefully. Someone managed to get into the TARDIS, and pushed him out. The man already fell out, of course, but the Doctor had managed to hang on.
The TARDIS bumped into tall buildings and finally landed on the ground, in an alleyway. Luckily, the Doctor managed to climb back in a few seconds before it landed. He flipped a few switches and the ceiling panels rebuilt themselves. "Ah. That's a nice feature." he said, smiling. He brushed himself off. He was wearing a blue suit, with a white long sleeved inside shirt and a red tie. He got his trench coat, and stuck his sonic-screwdriver into his inside suit pocket. He walked outside, then locked the TARDIS, seeing the numerous people walking the streets who had not noticed his TARDIS. They all seemed to be in a conversation. Oh, London. It's so bustling sometimes. He thought to himself, proceeding to walk down the street.
The TARDIS bumped into tall buildings and finally landed on the ground, in an alleyway. Luckily, the Doctor managed to climb back in a few seconds before it landed. He flipped a few switches and the ceiling panels rebuilt themselves. "Ah. That's a nice feature." he said, smiling. He brushed himself off. He was wearing a blue suit, with a white long sleeved inside shirt and a red tie. He got his trench coat, and stuck his sonic-screwdriver into his inside suit pocket. He walked outside, then locked the TARDIS, seeing the numerous people walking the streets who had not noticed his TARDIS. They all seemed to be in a conversation. Oh, London. It's so bustling sometimes. He thought to himself, proceeding to walk down the street.