Bumping into the Doctor on the street was an accident. Seeing him at a party was a coincidence. Meeting him again before you died at the hands--well, eye stalk of a Dalek was fate. And now you stepped into the TARDIS, not knowing it would change your life forever.
"Holy shi-" The Doctor quickly put his index finger on your lips. "I try to keep it PG here if you don't mind," he said and let go of your lips and turned away toward the middle of the TARDIS. You rolled your eyes, "How about R?" He Doctor spun around and took one long step back to you, slightly embarrassed by your question. "How about no." The Doctor's finger poked the top of your nose and then he was off again, walking to the middle of his TARDIS.
The Doctor was already starting to think you would be different. First of all, you didn't run out and try to figure out how the TARDIS is bigger on the inside. Instead, you asked if it had WiFi.
"You're standing in a time machine that's bigger on the inside and can take you anywhere at anytime and you ask if it has WiFi?"
You took a few more steps, using the unusually clean rail for support. "Of course," you said and made your way to where the Doctor was leaning on the console. You sat in the bench in front of him.
"You won't have any time for that! The whole universe! Any place and any time you want!"
"Paris." You said firmly, causing the Doctor to look confused.
"What?" He asked. You crossed your arms. "Can we go to Paris?"
"Why do you want to see Paris? It's all. . ." he moved his hands trying to find the words to say, but he stopped when he saw your face. "Its where I was born. Moved to England when I was two, but I didn't get to see much before we moved."
The Doctor clapped his hands together once and almost ran to the other side of the console. "Alright! Paris is a lovely place!" He said while flipping switches and turning knobs and. . .a hair dryer?
Suddenly, the TARDIS began to shake violently. You fell out of your seat and the Doctor landed on his back. When he stood, he roughly pulled down a lever and the shaking abruptly stopped, throwing you to the ground again. With a huge grin on his face, he fixed his red bow tie. "Alrighty! Paris, France. Two thousand and six. Sorry, I was a bit off. Meant to bring you to three thousand and seventeen."
You excitedly jumped from your seat and ran to meet the Doctor. "So this is Paris. We are in Paris?" You asked, almost yelling. "Yes, yes. Now open those doors!" You did what he told you to do, but found yourself face to face with something other than Paris.
"Um. . .Doctor?"