A film set, 2019

The TARDIS materialises on a set, nestled between several actors' trailers. Stepping out you take a look around, taking the air.

"Ah, 2019!" you say to Rose. "Get a whiff of that pre-coronavirus air, Rose."

"What-a-virus?" Rose asks, perturbed.

"Never mind." you respond quickly, before moving on on your way.

You scan your surroundings, eventually alighting on the right trailer. It's locked, but a quick blast from your sonic is enough to defeat it. You let yourself in, holding the door open for Rose.

As you enter, you hear the shower running. Taking a seat on the actress' couch, you wait eagerly for her to emerge.