Tempus looked over to the Doctor and he smiled, watching him with the TARDIS. "Yet. That's the key word" he said before gesturing for the Doctor to follow him into the TARDIS.
And there it was... It looked like the old Police box on the outside but inside? It was very different. It was like the Doctors TARDIS in his Tenth and Eleventh bodies combined but... darker. Instead of rich golden and bras hues, it had a rusted iron appearance, but well maintained. It was just... old. And unchanging. His TARDIS was somewhat stubborn, to say the least, and he always liked her just the way she was. The day she wanted a make over, he'd let her happily but she never did.
At the back of the room, behind the central console, were several screens of varying sizes. Old televisions, modern flatscreen's, old monitors and other visual aids, all laid out and covering the walls. And each one showed a different image of the universe, of all of time and space contained within that universe. Black and white... colour... infa red. They had it all.
Tempus hopped up to the central console and started working on something, waiting for the Doctor to approach him.