The door of the TARDIS opens with a Hummmm and a
shadowy figure emerges from its smoky depths.
"The Doctor? Out on call!" sniggers the rotund fellow, tapping a
smoking panel with a sonic screwdriver. "I'm just the maintenance
staff. Welcome to the TARDIS!"
"You'll find that we have dematerialized here, but in a moment you will find yourself at
Yestercade.net, the new home of our fine flights of fancy. In time, the Conseole Room will rematerialize,
along with the Dragonraid Inn. In the meantime, enjoy the wares at Yestercade.net!"
"The Doctor? Out on call!" sniggers the rotund fellow, tapping a
smoking panel with a sonic screwdriver. "I'm just the maintenance
staff. Welcome to the TARDIS!" 
