Andrew stood up straight, trying to regain his composure. He scoffed at the Doctor’s comment, running a hand through his hair. “Funny. Very funny." And shortly after the words left his lips, he did give a bit of a nervous laugh. “Yeah, okay....

Andrew rose an eyebrow at the commentary, glancing to Michelle once more before he followed the Doctor out the doors and stepped into a civilization entirely different than he'd seen before. He immediately felt his jaw drop and his stomach fall into his gut, turning around and looking back into the phone box. Bloody impossible. 

"I'm... I'm standing--" he swallowed thickly, letting his eyes wander around them in shock. "I'm standing in the- in the future. Oh my god," he continued to mumble, before clamping his mouth shut at the look he was probably receiving from the both of them. Andrew shot an apologetic look at the Doctor, frazzled and pale and finally understanding that entire thing was indeed very, very real.

Andrew was seconds away from rolling his eyes once more at ‘The year 30,000’, when the floor beneath him started to shake rapidly. He reeled back, yelping, and gripped onto the railing he stood next to so hard his knuckles whitened. The look...

Andrew stood up straight, trying to regain his composure. He scoffed at the Doctor's comment, running a hand through his hair. "Funny. Very funny." And shortly after the words left his lips, he did give a bit of a nervous laugh. "Yeah, okay. 30,000. What's out there? I mean have you two, like, been there before?" 

His heart ached under his chest. In the time that they'd been apart, how many different places had Michelle been to? With this guy? It was then this whole thing started to seem a little more clear. Of course she didn't want to go home. If the Doctor could honestly take you anywhere, he couldn't compete with that to save his life.

Andrew narrowed his eyes, and then rolled them, irked. Of course he was mind-boggled about where he was standing, but the whole thing was too impossible for him to wrap his head around. He snorted at the Doctor’s comment about only doing this...

Andrew was seconds away from rolling his eyes once more at 'The year 30,000', when the floor beneath him started to shake rapidly. He reeled back, yelping, and gripped onto the railing he stood next to so hard his knuckles whitened. The look on his face must've satisfied the Doctor, because the man looked smug enough, almost like he was trying not to start laughing. Andrew huffed, looking around frantically and trying to keep his footing on the quaking floor. "What the hell?!"

Andrew’s eyes lit back up immediately when Michelle had started to reassure him, and his heartbeat calmed. A soft smile broke across his features when she’d said she wanted to make it up to him. Being away for as long as she had without a phone...

Andrew narrowed his eyes, and then rolled them, irked. Of course he was mind-boggled about where he was standing, but the whole thing was too impossible for him to wrap his head around. He snorted at the Doctor's comment about only doing this for Michelle, and looked at her with mock irritation, mouthing "Wow." This guy was arrogant and pompous beyond belief. She wanted to stay with him?

He stepped forward and crossed his arms over the railing, looking at the massive console in the middle. As much as he wanted to say it looked more like space junk than a 'time machine', it was really, properly cool. Andrew was about to open his mouth and make another snarky comment, when the Doctor referred to him by a different name. He nearly responded, but instead turned his head to Michelle as if he were looking for an explanation, and cracked an aggravated smile. "Anthony?"