Raskolnikov didn't spend another moment talking endlessly. He turned on his heel and beckoned for the strange man to follow him, his pace quick.
They reached the park soon enough and there, sitting on the grass, was the TARDIS. Rodya came to a stop, puffing and panting and pointed. "Is that what you were looking for?" he asked, catching his breath back. If it wasn't, he was clueless.