Brigadier Andrew Wallace::Cardiff,UK::Entry 2

It was all gray - the walls, consuls, and machinery with solid state dials and switches. The Tardis control room must have reverted to a default setting that resembled the Tardis in General Leftbridge-Stewart's writings and photographs from his adventures with the Doctor. The Tardis that I had been previously introduced to had taken a more alien look with grander enclosures and coral like support beams lining the main walls.

"Very retro," I chuckled.

"Very type-40. Hold on let's see if I can change my 'desktop' theme," the Doctor muttered as he did a panel to panel look over of the main control consul. "Ah, here we go."

The Doctor flipped a few switches. The lights dimmed to near perfect dark and just as before my eyes readjusted to the same gray look. "Still retro."

"Yes, I see that," perplexed yet undisturbed the Doctor flipped a few more switches and examined one of the consul's main displays. "Hrm.."

"Something wrong, Doctor?"

"I appear to be missing the 'Chameleon Circuit'.. Yet the recovery systems didn't call for it's reconstruction.. Odd.. I guess I'll schedule one to be made but we'll need to find a temporal well to supplement the process requirements. Unfortunately, it's no longer in Cardiff.."

There was a faint pounding on the entrance doors. "And even more unfortunate, our pursuers can see us.."

The Doctor flipped even more switches and turned a dial. A monitor that hung on a wall opposite the main consul which remained unnoticed till now lit up with a top down view of the entrance doors from the outside. Several heavily geared officers were fussing with anything they could get into from the outside. "Bomb squad. They must think the Tardis is a bomb," I laughed.

"Well I won't disappoint them," the Doctor smiled. "Oh, Brigadier, you have got to try a steamie.."

"A what?"

The Doctor dialed the view of the bumbling officers off. He flipped a few switches and pulled on an over sized switched on the main consul. The central glass-like tubes that the Doctor had referred to as the "Time Router" slowly began to oscillate with steady piston like action just as the distinct roar of dematerialization reverberated through out the control room. "Next stop," the Doctor barked happily over the ruckus, "Central Park."

"New York?"

"I know where to get the best steamies.."