Dreaming in Digital

Shortbread and I arrived at London, England at night and the first place we wanted to check out was a doughnut shop. We took the subway and got off, bantering like children and pretending to be locals with terrible accents, but soon found ourselves mixed into a group of noisy, obnoxious teenage locals. They were heading in the same direction as we were, so we followed them. Somewhere along the way, Shortbread and I were separated, but so was a girl from the group. We passed a small but fancy restaurant at the corner of a road with a dalek (from Doctor Who) almost hidden by the row of bushes adjacent to the restaurant. This dalek had working lasers and was a wonderful cosplay (if it was a cosplay at all), constantly the centre of two families' photographs as their children stood beside the 'pepper pot reject'. The girl noticed the dark sky ready for rain and blue lightning which attempted to reach the ground, though in strange patterns unlikely normal. We ran inside the closest building- the restaurant- for cover, but that's when things became a little crazy. Our world was picked off its axis and transported on another planet twice its size, murky purple in colour, and barren. It landed with a crash on the surface of the giant. When I could focus again, I ran into a worried Toshiko Sato (from Torchwood) and asked her if she knew what was going on, hoping her Torchwood background could give me some light in this situation, but she was distracted with the disappearance of the boyfriend she was having dinner with. In a quick moment, the front door burst open and in the door frame stood an Asian man with barely any facial hair and wearing the exact clothes and hat as the taxi driver from the first episode of BBC's Sherlock. Keeping eye contact with Toshiko and seeing the joy in her face, he said, "come with me" and together they ran out the door into the pitch black darkness.