The best thing about a machine that makes sense is you can very easily make it turn out nonsense. If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you? Yes, that’s right, you’re going. You’ve been gone for ages. You’re already gone. You’re still here. You’ve just arrived. I haven’t even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time. Don’t worry, Brigadier. People will be shooting at you soon.
People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect… but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly… timey-wimey… stuff. I am the Doctor! The original, you might say! Boring. And I hate hotels. Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape? Clara, I’m not your boyfriend. I never said it was your mistake. What?! Come out. And don’t touch anything! Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. Nice to meet you, Rose.