> "Umm, I just slipped into a wardrobe. No time traveling of any sort there."
"Oh? That's... unusual. It wasn't a wardrobe of time, perhaps?"
"Are you sure you weren't whistling the Song of Time as you stepped in? Y'know, It goes dah doo, dee dah doo, dee-"
> "Well, no."
"Maybe you fell into the wardrobe at 88 MPH? Y'know, I'm just saying, 'cause there's a lot of ways to time travel, but almost none of them involve - hey, you don't think it was actually a TARDIS chameleoning as a wardrobe?"
> "Nuh uh, as soon as I stepped inside I was here."
"Oh well. I'll figure it out sooner or later. Make yourself at home anyways."
You suddenly notice that behind the old man is a bucket with a column of light extending out of it. You notice another column of light nearby.