Lost. Jack was definitely lost. This was a part of the woods unfamiliar to him, for reason, and he wondered why. He had the area memorized, after all. With Darcy by his side, he looked around to search for the way back, when something behind the tree caught his eye.

A blue box with a title that said “Police Box”. He was urged to ignore the object at first, but being the curious person that he was, he persisted through the urge and walked briskly towards the unusual object.

“It’s a…” He was speechless. He couldn’t even say the word; he was too much in disbelief to utter it. Gently brushing his hand on the door of the box, he looked back at Darcy in excitement. “It’s a TARDIS.” He paused, unable to absorb this information. “It actually is a TARDIS!” And with that, Jack looked down on his clothes; he was dressed in a dark blue suit, with a black shirt underneath, and was holding a sonic screwdriver.

“What do say, Darcy,” he said opening the TARDIS with a key he had gotten from the top of the box. “One trip?"