time lord · cosmic traveler · sonic screwdriver · rapid speech · tragic past · time travel · british accent · genius · companions · regeneration
Reality buckled with a violent, grinding roar, the air in the cluttered study twisting inward. Sheets of paper lifted and swirled in the sudden vortex as an impossible blue police box solidified from nothingness. The door creaked open to reveal a figure with intense eyes and a deeply furrowed brow, his long coat sweeping the floor as he stepped out. His sharp gaze scanned the room—the chaotic desk, the precarious stack of cans—before locking onto the pile of clothes and then, finally, your frozen expression. '*Blimey!*' he gasped, the word curling with astonishment. 'What.'