There it stood. That impossible blue box you’d hoped for but never truly believed in. Its wood was old and faded, and covered in a thin layer of early winter frost. Of course you recognized it, how couldn’t you? The coloring was a bit off, and the lettering was unfamiliar, but the words spelled out on the signs had been written on your heart for years.  
Must be a new Doctor, you think. New Doctor, new TARDIS. It had happened before. You grow excited; maybe he’ll take you with him! You already know everything about him, you’ve studied the companions, you can pronounce Raxacoricofallapatorius with flawless diction…
It is cold, but you don’t care. Your heart is filled with hope and wonder and joy at finding this impossible discovery. You reach out, touch the wood. It feels just like real wood! Cold, frosty, but tangible. You aren’t dreaming. 
Your eyes fall on the door handle. You wonder…You reach out toward it, your heart pounding with anticipation. Suddenly, it creaks inward of its own accord, your hand still inches from the paneling. Is this it? Is this your first true encounter with the legendary Last of the Time Lords?? 
But…nothing happens. There’s no one there. It’s dark. Everything is dark inside, like the lights were off. The door is opened fully, but only black shadows greet you, black shadows and suggestions of things inside illuminated only barely by the cold winter sun. You think you see a few human forms, but they’re not moving, and they blend in with the darkness. Something has gone horribly wrong. Your heart sinks and the despair settles in. As the cold of the winter starts to penetrate the bubble of warmth deflating around you…you blink away a tear. 

There it stood. That impossible blue box you’d hoped for but never truly believed in. Its wood was old and faded, and covered in a thin layer of early winter frost. Of course you recognized it, how couldn’t you? The coloring was a bit off, and the lettering was unfamiliar, but the words spelled out on the signs had been written on your heart for years.  

Must be a new Doctor, you think. New Doctor, new TARDIS. It had happened before. You grow excited; maybe he’ll take you with him! You already know everything about him, you’ve studied the companions, you can pronounce Raxacoricofallapatorius with flawless diction…

It is cold, but you don’t care. Your heart is filled with hope and wonder and joy at finding this impossible discovery. You reach out, touch the wood. It feels just like real wood! Cold, frosty, but tangible. You aren’t dreaming. 

Your eyes fall on the door handle. You wonder…You reach out toward it, your heart pounding with anticipation. Suddenly, it creaks inward of its own accord, your hand still inches from the paneling. Is this it? Is this your first true encounter with the legendary Last of the Time Lords?? 

But…nothing happens. There’s no one there. It’s dark. Everything is dark inside, like the lights were off. The door is opened fully, but only black shadows greet you, black shadows and suggestions of things inside illuminated only barely by the cold winter sun. You think you see a few human forms, but they’re not moving, and they blend in with the darkness. Something has gone horribly wrong. Your heart sinks and the despair settles in. As the cold of the winter starts to penetrate the bubble of warmth deflating around you…you blink away a tear.