A strange figure in rags skulked down a dark, foggy alley, pausing now and then only to check for any signs of pursuit. He was very much not an eye catcher, as his face was hidden by a hood and a scarf made out of a metallic material decorated in arcane glyphs that shimmered as he moved. If any one bothered to pay any attention to the figure, he would immediately be shocked by a pair of glowing orange eyes peeking out from underneath the dark hood. His head turned this way and that way, as if looking for someone or something. He moved with with inhuman agility and stealth. He stopped abruptly, as if sensing something. He sniffed the air and kneels to paw the ground. Then heard a "Vworrrp Vworrrrp" noise behind him. He whirled around with blinding speed, his scarf falling to the side, revealing a red, scaly face that is more metallic than organic and a mass of tentacles where a mouth should have been. He saw a bright light appearing two feet in front of him. the creature instinctively duck behind a stack of crates nearby. He peered silently over the top and watched with
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When he was close enough to touch the box, its doors opened suddenly. Surprised, the creature quickly climbed on to the box to hide, his skin changing color to match the box. A man stepped out from within. He appeared to be in his mid twenties and had a rather peculiar fashion. On his head stood a crimson Fez. A bowtie adorned his neck and an old fashioned, or rather an ahead of its time tweed jacket and suspenders clung to him like a suit of armor. He looked around excitedly, talking to himself, "Ah, early 19th Century London, England, Earth, the dawn of the First Industrial Revolution!" He pause, sniffed the air, and continued sarcastically, "Smoky air, 20 hour work days, great place and time!" The man waited a while before turning and calling into the box. " Amy! Are you going to come out of the TARDIS and smell the wonderful exhaust air or
When he was close enough to touch the box, its doors opened suddenly. Surprised, the creature quickly climbed on to the box to hide, his skin changing color to match the box. A man stepped out from within. He appeared to be in his mid twenties and had a rather peculiar fashion. On his head stood a crimson Fez. A bowtie adorned his neck and an old fashioned, or rather an ahead of its time tweed jacket and suspenders clung to him like a suit of armor. He looked around excitedly, talking to himself, "Ah, early 19th Century London, England, Earth, the dawn of the First Industrial Revolution!" He pause, sniffed the air, and continued sarcastically, "Smoky air, 20 hour work days, great place and time!" The man waited a while before turning and calling into the box. " Amy! Are you going to come out of the TARDIS and smell the wonderful exhaust air or