One day, Richard was perched on the bonnet of his car a good few miles away from his place, looking at an image on his phone. The image was of Rose Tyler from Doctor Who episode The Idiot's Lantern: dressed in a pink 50s style dress with a denim jacket and pink stilettos with her hair pulled back and secured with a headband (which was also pink).
Sometimes, Tellies can wish beings from images into existence but they need to concentrate on the image, what they wanted them to be doing and where they wanted them. Richard wanted her to think she was lost and ask him for a lift to a gas station or someplace like that. She was still from London but on vacation.
He glanced to the left and there she was, as if by magic, heading straight towards him. Noticing someone with a vehicle, she approached them.
"Hey," she said, "sorry to be a pain but I'm not from around here and I'm a little lost. Do you think I can get a ride to a gas station or something?"
"Sure, I don't mind." He told her.
At that, she sighed with relief.
"Oh, thank you," she said, as she got into his back seat, "I really have no idea where I am or where I'm going."
As he drove around, he thought it would be a good idea to make conversation with her, not to not arouse suspicions but really to make sure she was what he made her. So far, she'd confirmed that she thought she was lost.
"So, where are you from?" He asked her.
"London." She told him. "I'm here on holiday." (Americans say 'Vacation', British say 'holiday', both mean the same thing).
He peeked behind him and saw she had crossed her legs, it kinda looked sexy. However, he was still driving so he turned his attention back to the road. She did notice they had passed a couple of stations already, which was kinda suspicious but something inside her didn't dwell on it for long.
After a little while, he pulled over onto a deserted road and got out. She stayed in the back seat for a while longer then, wondering what was happening, she too got out.
By this time, he had the bonnet up and was looking into the engine compartment. Curious, she made her way over to see what he was doing.
"Nothing to worry about," he assured her, "just a little car trouble."
"Anything I can help with?" She asked him. "My boyfriend's a mechanic, he taught me a few things."
Since she had just said the magic words, he stood back and let her take a look. When she had leant in far enough, then he struck; clapping his hand over her mouth and held both her arms behind her back. She struggled as he manhandled her further down the deserted road, which actually led to the back of the house, but for now the wooden shed round the back would do.
For a moment, he had to remove the hand over her mouth to open the shed (which allowed her a quick scream) but once inside, he let go of her arms but wrapped the arm around the front of her neck. Even with her hands trying to remove it, his grip was still stronger. After a couple of minutes, he lowered her to her knees as she was starting to pass out. Once she was out, he laid her on her belly.
He grabbed some thin rope, which wasn't something he used often (tape is the material that was his forte), and placed her hands behind her back. After tying her wrists, he grabbed some more of the same rope and did the same to her ankles.
Getting a little more true to form, he picked up some black duct tape and wrapped it around, covering her mouth. After tying a blindfold, he carried her in his arms back to the back door, he would sort out his car later.
Entering his office with her over his shoulder (something he didn't like doing), he fired up his little machine and brought up his prison. He lifted her up and inserted her (feet first) into the screen, then followed himself.
He already had the ideal place to put her; the last cell of the second row on the top floor, just outside their office/apartment. She only regained consciousness after the cell was secured. In his office, he made a note of her addition on the official list of 'inmates' and mentally crossed off another companion.