Amused, and more than a little curious, Edgar follows Andrew and Daine through the door. The second his brain actually processes what it's seeing, he comes to a dead stop.

Almondine trots on down the walkway for a few feet before stopping to look back at him, but he doesn't really notice. Mouth gaping, he retreats the few steps he has made it into the box, then leans to either side to reassess its tiny exterior dimensions. Half expecting to encounter a painted wall, he slowly extends a hand toward the open area to one side the TARDIS. When he encounters only air, he cautiously reaches over to touch the side of the TARDIS itself. It's solid and a little warm and very definitely real.

He hears the clacking of toenails and looks down to see Almondine lay a paw against his leg. Her tail is wagging, but he can tell she can sense his astonishment and is concerned about it. He gives her head a comforting stroke.

Mind reeling, he walks back into the TARDIS and hears the door close behind him. The space is large, and there are doors leading off of it, so he can only imagine how much bigger it must be. She must be, Edgar mentally corrects himself. However strange it might seem, Andrew referred to the TARDIS as a she. And a box being female is no more unusual than a box that's bigger on the inside.

He can feel a grin spreading across his face as he joins the others.