David Tennant, once the tenth Doctor, retired. Or so, he was supposed. He was asked to come to a con dressed as Ten which he did. Nothing compared to his surprise at a perfect replica of the TARDIS. He asked the man how much it was. A measly amount for a beautiful recreation. He opens the door steps inside, and its black.
The last thing he remembers is the Merchant grinning at him and looking at a screen.

Cancelled, for now.