A choir of noises rang throughout the halls of the TARDIS: the soft hum of the console, the whizzing buzz of numerous machines that hid within the cracks and corners its interdimensional walls, and the occasional cry of an animal or something else that was trapped in the twisting and turning layout. The rhythm of this bizarre chorus came from faint pitter-patter of your own two feet as you waltzed around the corner; it was fun to roam around the time machine, there was always something to discover or to blow up when the Doctor wasn’t looking. You were passing the familiar center of the T.A.R.D.I.S. when you hear a soft mumble of a tune coming from the man who was currently fiddling away with the console. Curious, you took a detour from your mission to investigate the foreign ditty. The Doctor, on the other hand, was focused on fixing the directional unit when you walked into the room.
“Whatca hummin’, Doctor?