Stolen from Gallifrey where it had been decommisioned and then, oddly, sent by way of the USPS, my secret santa managed to procure me an advanced piece of Time Lord technology. It appears to have a faulty chameleon circuit though so it looks like a tiny version of a 1960's British Police call box. In truth, however, it is a space-ship/time machine that allows me to alter my Time And Relative Dimension In Space ... I can go anywhere and anywhen I like.

It may appear small, but - I assure you - it's bigger on the inside.

As a bonus, I can leave it levitating on my desk when I'm not on a wacky adventure.