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shoesfitperfectlyIt isn't often one has a visitor like Galadriel, the Golden Lady of Lothlórien. He'd put on dry clothing and then darted about, tossing books off of chairs and throwing random objects into cupboards. Wouldn't do to have someone like her walk into a dishevelled TARDIS.
He puts on the kettle to make tea and then takes a breath, calming himself. The TARDIS seems to do the same, turning up the lights a little brighter and opening a few doors so that the scent from the arbouretum might waft into the control room.
He's even moved the TARDIS into his new room in Unit 605 so that no-one has to go out into the rain to get there. There it is, a Police Box next to the bed.
He puts on the kettle to make tea and then takes a breath, calming himself. The TARDIS seems to do the same, turning up the lights a little brighter and opening a few doors so that the scent from the arbouretum might waft into the control room.
He's even moved the TARDIS into his new room in Unit 605 so that no-one has to go out into the rain to get there. There it is, a Police Box next to the bed.
