Blue line-art flash design of a TARDIS police box flanked by two Daleks, angel wings and a sonic screwdriver within an ornate frame.

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TARDIS and Daleks in an ornate frame

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A symmetrical illustration centres a blue police box with a TARDIS banner below it, flanked by two Daleks and a pair of feathered angel wings. The design uses fine, dense line work and stippled shading, with mechanical details and scrollwork filling the decorative border. It is drawn in a single shade of blue on a white background.

Tardis Police box Dalek Angel wing Banner Clockwork Ornate frame Scrollwork

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dennis Fairbrother had worked the night shift at Ashcombe Junction for twenty-two years, and in all that time the platform clocks had never once disagreed with each other. On the Tuesday before the bank holiday, they did. Number four ran eleven minutes fast, number two had stopped dead at a quarter to three, and the big iron clock over the ticket hall was ticking backwards, one brass tooth at a time.

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He found the blue box standing between the lamp posts on platform four, its lantern lit and its doors shut, as if it had been there since the railway was laid. Someone had painted POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX across the top in letters that looked hand-cut. Beside the door, two squat metal figures stood sentry with their plungers raised, and above them a pair of feathered wings had been fixed to the gutter, very still, as though they were waiting for a train of their own.

Dennis stepped closer with his lamp. The doors were warm to the touch and humming faintly, a sound like a kettle a long way off. He pressed a brass lever he had never noticed before, and the nearest figure swivelled its eyestalk to look at him, then rattled out a word he decided not to repeat. A pen-shaped thing slid from the box's hinge and rolled to his boot. He picked it up. It buzzed in his palm, cool and certain, and the clocks along the platform all fell back into step.

Next morning the signalman found a single ticket on the bench, punched for a journey to 1889, with a note in neat blue ink: "Return fare paid. Keep the lamp lit." Dennis kept the pen in his waistcoat pocket and, whenever the timetables got tangled, he tapped it twice against the rail and they came right.