John tripped over his own feet a few times, but managed to stay upright for the entire mad dash. He was quite proud of himself, and it was a small consolation prize for not getting torn apart by living zombies. There must have been a rational explanation, at least, the blonde woman seemed to know what was going on, and so what choice did he have but to follow her?
Then there were car crashes.
Then a blue box materialized in the middle of an alley.
Was it invisible? Did it teleport? John wasn't an expert on either of these things.
Then they ran into the box.
Then they were in a giant room.
John sort of fussed with the floppy hair on his head trying to process it all. There was a lot, and part of him wanted so badly to bet that things could not possibly get any weirder and yet, the day was making a very drastic progression into stranger and stranger territory.
"...It's bigger on the inside."
He felt a bit thick for stating the obvious, but, one observation at a time.
"I'm not mad? I'm not in a coma in a hospital somewhere? Those were... mind control? Zombies in the traditional sense, not the George Romero sense? I feel like I'm missing something. No. Wait. I feel like I've been missing everything."
He was trying not to gape at.... "I don't even know your name."