The alley was in the process of being bombed by mini artilleries of the liquid kind. The rain keep a steady beat as the thunder kept the bass and the lighting lit up the sky. The street connecting to the alley was slowly flooding and it would be perfectly calm if it wasn't raining, meaning there was no rubber boots splashing in the puddle with no hurrying moms behind them to chastise them to not get wet.

The rain was so distracting that nobody heard the loud "whooshing" sound as a dark but somehow bright blue police bow slowly vaporized in the alley with every whoosh. The doors swung open and out came a ginger, a girl with a union jack on her shirt, and a girl wearing a red leather jacket. They ran out sputtering and coughing as a man wearing a navy shirt with suspenders pulled a man in brown pinstripes out of the damaged T.A.R.D.I.S. The doors were still open and smoke was still coming out. You could see then light from the flickering fire inside the ship. They all huddled around the burning Police Box as the man in pinstripes ran inside with a fire extinguisher that he found in his, bigger on the inside, pockets and started spraying blindly. He extinguished the fire that took on the console and brushed himself off dropped the fire extinguisher and hurried outside so his hair didn't get caught on fire by the smoldering remains of the console room.

He splayed his right hand on the door. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He quickly recoiled his hand, with a gasp, from the T.A.R.D.I.S door and looked at his fingers which were now pink turning red and they were starting to swell." Aw, I love this hand. But the universe seems to hate it." He quickly ran the fingers of his left hand over the palm of his left one. "….it's not your fault. I was being a bit pushy." He whispered to the T.A.R.D.I.S as the pain in his hand numbed a little bit as the T.A.R.D.I.S comforted him.

The Doctor quickly turned around and started busying himself with different things as the group turned to stare at The Doctor as he flashed a sad grin. The grin suddenly turned into a genuine off centered smile as his hand shoved themselves inside his jacket pockets.

He rummaged around in his jacket checking ever pocket inside and out throwing random fruits and vegetables (no pears), jelly beans, and plumbing apparatus. The group stifled a laugh as he tugged out a miniature sink.

After searching his jacket thoroughly he threw off his jacket, tossed it at Rose, who unexpected it, fumbled with care not trying to drop it in the water level that was hugging the soles of their shoes. After reaching in his left side trouser pocket he clamped on to something with a celebratory grin on his face as he moved the contraption closer to his body. He grabbed his brown glasses and shoved them over his nose as pressed random buttons and a long monotone noise came as all his companions whipped their heads at him "Sorry." he apologized cheekily. "Ohhhh. I am so thick! Thickity thick!" He exclaimed as the results came in through the palm sized machine.

He momentarily forgot about the rain, the broken T.A.R.D.I.S, and even his companions'. As he was entranced by the blinking beeping device. He was knocked back to reality by a powerful slap of the Donna Noble variety.

"Oi! Spaceman! Could you stop bleeping and tell us where we are? We need to get out of the rain!"

"Sure. Sorry." The Doctor stopped running his gob for a second and started rubbing his face which had faintly red five-star across his cheek. He stopped rubbing his cheek and went to push open the police boxes door…which were locked…and he pretty much just shouldered the door and he crippled with pain against the door.

"The T.A.R.D.I.S just told me that if we try to open, fix, or replace any of her parts she will hold me personally responsible. And I really don't want that." He winced.

"Ummmmm Doctor. Where are we?" Jack questioned.

"Three. Maybe four." The answer wasn't the correct one.

"Hours? Minutes? Days?" Jack questioned the changed question in a stride.

"Weeks." the Doctor nodded.

"WEEKS!" the group screeched.

"Well we better find a hotel. We are going to be here for a while." The Doctor took a long sad glance at the T.A.R.D.I.S and he grabbed his friends' hands and they looked at the blue box collectively as the rain poured down in a steady beat, ping- ponging over the group of people in the alley staring at the mysterious dark but somehow bright blue box in alleyway.