"TARDIS." It stood for something. Amy could never remember what. She thought about trying to describe a time traveling spaceship that looked like a blue wood phone booth, but, it wouldn't seem nearly as impressive within the context of a dream which was too bad.
"You'll see." Despite Arthur's disbelief there was a content hop in her step. "So what is this dream job? Are you like dream James Bond? You go around waiving a gun and shooting nightmares or something?"