It wasn’t really unexpected; in an odd sort of way, these days it was never not expected, somewhere in the back of her mind, even in the middle of the night.
Waking to a strange sound should have been alarming, but Tosh just smiled, reached for her robe and went into the lounge, where a blue police box sat in the corner, like it had always been there.
In the kitchen, she filled the kettle and fetched two mugs.
“Hello,” the man in the scarf greeted her with a manic grin.
“Hello, Doctor, would you like a cup of tea?”