The Doctor's TARDIS gleamed a shimmering white as the Doctor stood back to admire his trusty time/space machine. Its metal hexagonal console rose up from the floor like an exploding, cubic mushroom cloud. The various buttons, dials and switches that covered its surfaces bleeped, flickered and lit up randomly as the TARDIS hummed happily. Several screens showed strange images that no pony (and most aliens) could understand. But to the time lord, they meant that for once the TARDIS system were all clear and working normally.
Holding a yellow duster in his mouth the Doctor gave the console a gentle wipe over, removing the sweat (mostly his) and make-up (mostly Tegan's) that clung onto the console before and after the trio's various misadventures. Lost in thought and work, the Doctor stopped for a moment, only to rub off a persistent piece of mascara on one of the small screens. It held up for a moment longer, before disappearing and leaving the console a pure white again. Pl