Dreamer was walking down the sidewalk, her head down, going back to her TARDIS. The old girl brought her here, but she had no idea why. She had set it to 1870, but apparently it chose 2013. Usually, she didn’t mind, but now she was just frustrated. Something drew the TARDIS here and she couldn’t find it. Maybe it was a mishap? She thought. No, no, the TARDIS never makes a mistake. Lost in her thoughts, she kept walking, not paying attention much to the outside world.