Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 306: Sail / Sale at dw100.

Summary: The Doctor is taken aback by a chance encounter with a very perceptive stranger.

“How much d’ya want for yer old police box, mate?”

The Doctor spun around, startled.

“What?”

Thanks to the TARDIS’ perception filter, very few people ever noticed her; they saw her, enough to detour if she happened to be in their path, but her presence never fully registered in their brains, as if for a brief moment the connection between eyes and mind was disrupted. For someone to actually see her, they must be quite exceptional.

“I’m a collector, vintage police stuff,” the man explained.

“Sorry, not for sale, but…” The Doctor swung the door open. “Fancy a look inside?”

The End