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.
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?”