And there, at the end of the hill, stood a box, lonesome and blue and wondrous.
Boone didn’t know whether to call out for Locke or to approach it. He glanced around.
“Hello?” he called out. “Is anyone here?”
There was rustling, and from behind a tree appeared a man in a suit and bow tie.
“Ah, there you are- whoever you are,” the Doctor said. “Tell me something- where are we, exactly?”