"Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue," Sarah quoted as she glided into the hotel room and approached the big blue box in an almost reverent fashion,, "The TARDIS is all of the above."

She gently stroked the blue substance that the prop was made of, black painted fingernails tapping gently at it's surface so as not to mar the finish. The TARDIS props, even those they used in the show were made out of synthetics, fiberglass if she remembered correctly. She carefully maneuvered herself, the plastic dagger sticking out of her head making her be extra careful as she pressed her cheek up against it. Despite not feeling like wood beneath her fingertips and cheek it was still decidedly impressive.

"I hope you have a big house," Sarah commented, wondering where one would keep such a trophy.

Turning away from the TARDIS prop the dancing girl slipped across the hotel room in a manner that was half a dance. She paused in the middle of the room, looking out into the night sky beyond the balcony, the last licks of orange and gold limning the horizon as the sun quietly sneaked behind the curvature of the Earth. It was quite beautiful.