[He gestures behind him at his TARDIS: gothic, stony, guttering candles, big circular console behind him with a lighted white tube emerging from the centre and a lot of complex technology on it.]
A facsimile of my TARDIS. I don't know what it is in actuality. The machines I brought with me analyse it as a TARDIS but it isn't one. I can't access most of her--its processes and I can only access the back rooms that don't have close-able doors leading to them. Everything is locked down. And I can't communicate with her at all.
Voice;
A facsimile of my TARDIS. I don't know what it is in actuality. The machines I brought with me analyse it as a TARDIS but it isn't one. I can't access most of her--its processes and I can only access the back rooms that don't have close-able doors leading to them. Everything is locked down. And I can't communicate with her at all.