[The door opens on its own, and he tentatively runs his hand over the wood door. Behind it could be anyone, anything, and the things he has seen since meeting Merriman Lyon do not aid in that thought.
He is the Pendragon, he reminds himself, steeling, and has nothing to fear. He pushes the door open.]
Hello? Oh--- Oh.
[It is bigger on the inside. So much bigger that it baffles. Somehow, he was not expecting it. And so much different, bigger, more beautiful than it might ever look on television, as though the television is just a poor make-believe version just the way it might be of King Arthur. Perhaps it is.]
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He is the Pendragon, he reminds himself, steeling, and has nothing to fear. He pushes the door open.]
Hello? Oh--- Oh.
[It is bigger on the inside. So much bigger that it baffles. Somehow, he was not expecting it. And so much different, bigger, more beautiful than it might ever look on television, as though the television is just a poor make-believe version just the way it might be of King Arthur. Perhaps it is.]
If this is a TARDIS, where's the Doctor, then?