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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 out of her office building and along the footpath towards the park by her apartment. She was constantly checking for a metal contraption or some kind of rocket, but was shocked when he stood in front of a small dark blue building, barely bigger than a public phone booth. A white information sign read:

𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗧𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲
𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰
𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆
𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀
𝗣𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻

Staring up at the great blue structure, Libbie laughed. "A police box?" She looked over to the Doctor, who she had thought about calling the police on multiple times already. "Fitting."

He smiled. "If you like that, you're gonna love this." He pulled open the door and stepped in before poking his head out again. "Come on."

"Getting stuck in a weird little police box with a weird little madman," she muttered and shrugged. "I've had worse Saturdays." She stepped in, expecting to be pressed up against the Doctor due to the small size of the police box. With one glance, her expectations disappeared. She looked around, marvelling at the sheer expansion of the inside of the room. Her parted lips began to stretch into a small smile as she ran outside, taking a once-over loop of the perimeter. She stepped back inside again and her smile widened. The Doctor watched her, leaning against the console in the centre of the room. She spotted him and beamed. "It's..."

"Bigger on the inside," he finished.

Libbie shook her head. "No. Well, yes, but I was going to say it's beautiful."

The inner glass tube in the console lifted with a hum and the Doctor looked at it. "Don't go getting a big head about it," he said, no longer addressing Libbie at all.

But Libbie wasn't listening. She was wandering the platforms, tracing her hands over the walls and intricate findings. "What is this?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with intrigue.

"Time and Relative Dimensions in Space," the Doctor explained. "A Tardis. My spaceship, as you put it." His hand rubbed over the railing absentmindedly.

"Hello Tardis," Libbie whispered, and the Tardis hummed again.

The Doctor frowned, glancing above him before back to Libbie. "So, all of time and space at your fingertips," he said. "Where do you want to go?"

She faced him, thinking for a moment before smiling. "I want to see a sunset on Mars."

He grinned, pressing buttons and twisting dials. "Hold onto something, she can get a bit excitable." Libbie obeyed, running up the stairs to him and grabbing onto the railing. The Tardis groaned and shuddered before they were lifted skyward and thrown into space. Libbie likened it to an old elevator rumbling through a dilapidated shaft, but so much more fun. She could barely contain her excitement and fear as her mouth let out a squeal, gripping tighter onto the rail.

As his face broke into a great laugh, the Doctor pulled down on a lever and the Tardis slowed, its routine whirring filling the room as it landed gently onto the surface of the foreign planet. Libbie's eyes widened, looking to the doors before back to the Doctor.

He was smiling as he nodded, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Go look."

Libbie hurried down the stairs before hovering her hand over the doorknob. If he was right, then they were on Mars, and the sun would be setting. She looked back. Did she trust him? He was a madman in a police box; a police box that was exponentially larger on the inside.

He winked and urged her onwards again. She turned back to the door, slowly turning the knob, and letting it swing open. She blinked a few times, standing in the open doorway before her eyes, and mind, adjusted.

A gasp hit her throat as she stared at the image unfolding before her. Unmistakable red soil, appearing brown in the dim light. Dunes that spread the entirety of her view, and off in the distance, a small white circle, surrounded by a bright blue haze. She stood, transfixed, daring to not even blink so that she wouldn't miss a moment.

"Weren't expecting that, were you?" the Doctor asked, his voice low and calm as he appeared beside her.

Libbie shook her head slowly. "It's blue."

The Doctor smiled. "It's blue."

"How is it so blue?" she murmured, still staring at the incredible landscape.

"You're used to Earth. Mars? Vastly different." He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, staring out at the sunset with her. "For one, the atmosphere on Earth has much more gas, but with not nearly enough on Mars, the blue light is more concentrated near the sun. The dust in the air here scatters the light differently than the air on Earth."

She broke away from the mirage to look up at him. "How are we breathing?"

"Oxygen field," he explained, gesturing just outside of the Tardis. "Regulates it for you and me. You're safe in here."

Libbie exhaled, studying the sunset again. "All of time and space," she repeated what he had said earlier.

"All of it," he elaborated, "happening all at once, and all yours if you allow yourself."

She swallowed. "You're still completely mad."

He beamed, looking down at her. "Completely."

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