Oxford Circus, Green Park, Trafalgar Square, Strand

Oxford Circus exists here as a navigational reference point, a crossroads of memory where historic London converges with the immediate urgency of escape. The name evokes the meeting of Regent Street and Oxford Street, a bustling intersection where pedestrians weave between storefronts and traffic hums under cloud-choked skies. The streets radiate outward in orderly grids, their paved expanse a sharp contrast to the cramped subway tunnels where the Doctor and companions struggle to ascend. Traffic lights cycle through their relentless patterns, their mechanisms blind to the unfolding crisis above. The landmark serves as a mental anchor in Peri’s directions—familiar yet indistinct, its specifics faded to mere instruction. The air here would carry the scent of vehicle exhaust and street food, the cacophony of engines and voices blending into the city’s indifferent pulse.