A slight breeze, just a whisper, shook the tall and yellow grass which seemed to stretch for miles and miles. Under the bright sunlight, a strange blue box suddenly began to take shape, like a mirage first, as a solid thing later; it passed a few seconds until the TARDIS hum stopped and the ship stood like that, pretending as usual to be just a simple old and blue English police box.
The wooden door creaked and a young man with tousled brown hair leaned out, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and expectation. Opening widely the door, he came out with his hands in his pockets and stepped forward, squinting in the sun. Over a striped brown suit, he was wearing a long trench coat that he probably would take off soon, taking into account the weather.
A blond-haired young girl left the TARDIS, closing the door behind her. As if he had foreseen the weather, she was wearing a jacket tied around the waist, wearing a plain shirt-sleeved bluish top and a pair of dark-blue jeans with