A/N: Seasons Greetings! I have a certain plan for this fic. As always, Doctor Who is owned by BBC and I own nothing! This whole thing resided in my head and just want to put this out there. Constructive critism welcome. Will update randomly.
"Merry Christmas!" A random person greeted traditionally while walking with a group of people.
To this statement, an eldery man with white hair with a black cap replied normally, "Incidentally, a happy Christmas to all of you at home."
The kind stranger continuously walked on, merrily as anyone could be upon this festive holiday with friends and family.
However, what the group of people didn't realize that they greeted an anonymous alien who bears humaniod appearance with a mysterious past.
He leans upon his connection from that distant past: a blue box.
To anyone, this peculiar box at first glance can be similar to a phone booth.
In history, it is a well known information that before the 20th century in Britain, there were such things commonly known as a Police Box.
The eldery man faced the doors of his box, gripping his wooden cane. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door.
Upon those doors it read:
FOR USE OF
ADVICE & ASSISSTANCE OBTAINABLE IMMEDIATELY
OFFICERS & CARS
RESPOND TO ALL CALLS
PULL TO OPEN
The soon-be fabled Timelord entered his home: a time machine/space ship.
Once again to travel the wonders of the universe, and to explore the possibilites of an adventure.