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Well. That was strange. He'd gone from a place outside of normal space but encompassing time itself to...somewhere outside of time altogether? He checked the readings again, ran a couple of diagnostics in case Miss Grant's ill-advised actions had damaged something, and finally decided that he wasn't going to get any answers from inside his TARDIS. He stepped out onto a sidewalk in what looked a bit like 20th century Earth, but certainly didn't feel like it.
He glanced back at the TARDIS, which had remained in the shape of a large 1970s set of computer banks. Whether the chameleon circuit was malfunctioning (which would be embarrassing) or whether his ship couldn't get enough of a sense of place to work out what to disguise itself as, he didn't know. He set off down the sidewalk, hoping to find some answers.