WHO: The Doctor and YOU? WHAT: Confusion! WHEN: Afternoonish. WHERE: Lawrence, Kansas ; a random street, just outside the TARDIS. RATING: PG-13 at best!
The newlyweds were happily tucked away in their bunk beds, leaving the control console of the TARDIS nice and quiet, with the exception of the soft humming of the various machines and instruments oddly aligned throughout the ship. Standing at the center of the cylinder mass of switches, dials, blinking lights, levers, and ketchup dispensers was a strange looking man, dressed in a brown tweed jacket with patches at the elbows, leather braces that ran vertically from the silver hooks along the top of his trousers and up and over his shoulders, a pair of scuffed black boots, and a bow tie that - in his opinion - was very much the epitome of cool. The Doctor, for that was what the strange man was called, appeared to be fully distracted with the seemingly pointless process of twisting and pulling at some of the various knobs and dials scattered throughout the bizarre device he was stepping around, body lurching back and forth in a practiced manner when the room would give an unexpected shake. The task that the Doctor had taken upon himself might well have looked undeniably ridiculous to the outside perspective, but to him it was perfectly natural. In fact, what he was doing was really very important, because he was currently flying a ship through both time and space all at once. It was a job that was technically meant for more than one person (six, to be exact), but being the last of the Time Lords - and a renegade one at that, what with the ship he was currently steering about being one that the Doctor very much commandeered, so to speak - sort of made having an entire crew of people equipped to fly such advanced machinery difficult. Fortunately, the Doctor and his TARDIS were very well acquainted, so he was more than equipped to handle the job alone.
Which was also important. With the Ponds in tow, the Doctor was determined to see to it that the pair of them laid their eyes on something absolutely spectacular for their wedding gift. Something new. Earth one thousand years into the future, perhaps? No, no, no. That was far too easy and, furthermore, not even the slightest bit creative. Mouth twisting thoughtfully, the Doctor side-stepped two paces to the right, typed in an assortment of codes along a keyboard, then slammed his fingers onto a bell that was propped up against another unusual combination of buttons. The bright ringing noise melted into the background as the Doctor shook his head, decidedly going against whatever thought he'd found satisfying only just a moment before. Not good enough. But then, maybe they didn't want impressive? Perhaps they'd be better suited relaxing along the shores of a nice beach, or -
Whatever the thought was, the Doctor didn't get the chance to finish it. The TARDIS gave another shake, but this time it was far more violent than even he could find typical. Grabbing at the side railing attached to one of the staircases for support, the Doctor eyed the control area in confusion, immediately noticing that something was wrong. Pushing away from the railing, the Doctor quickly shuffled over to the door and elbowed it open, the blue exterior of the TARDIS swinging to the side to reveal that the Doctor was neither in space nor on the sandy shores of a beach. No, this was...
The Doctor sniffed at the air and turned in a circle on the spot, raking in the scenery in one fast go. Streets. Buildings. Cars. People milling about. "Oh, well that's good," the Doctor said to himself, "People are good. I like people."
And people, typically, didn't really fret all that much over spaceships when they were disguised as police boxes, so the Doctor pushed the door shut behind himself and ventured forward a bit more curiously. There had to be something here. Something strong. What was it here, in Kansas, that had enough power to pull his TARDIS clean out of outer space and into the streets of Lawrence?