The light glinted into the room making both of its partially clothed occupants rustle from their sleep in the bed. Andrew's eyes opened and peered at the motionless sleeping woman beside him. She was a gorgeous red head, yet she didn't look half as gorgeous on this bed as she had looked last night. However, she still was actually pretty. She was going to be one of the more harder ones to leave.

Andrew had done this so many times before that it seemed that without even knowing it, his hands pried the covers off his body before his legs swung out and to the floor. He had to be rather quiet about it or he'd wake the girl up. Andrew tip toed over to a chair where his clothes had been hanging conveniently over.

He grabbed his jeans and began to put one of his legs in it. So far so good. "Mmmmm." Oh boy, that was definitely not him.

After pausing, Andrew put the other leg on and was met with the confused eyes from the red head on the bed. While trying to not sound guilty he exclaimed, "Hey! You're up!"

The woman was slightly groggy from a night of a little too much drinking as she asked, "What's going on?"

"Big day ahead! You know, gotta go to work and all that!"

She rubbed her face realizing exactly what was going on. "You're going?"

"Listen, last night was special Al… Al… Alison, but I'm just not ready for a committed relationship. You understand right?"

"My name is Charlene, you pig."

"Sorry," he said seriously. Andrew hated it when he did that. He was never good with names and it seemed the mistake had cost him any opportunity at another date with Charlene. Oh, well, plenty of fish in the sea!

Andrew put on his shirt and shoes and walked out of the room. Minus the late falter of actually trying for the girls name and missing it by a mile it was a good night after all.

He walked out of the building as the morning air greeting him below the clear sky above. Palm trees sprung up from the ground randomly around him. There wasn't many trees around these parts anymore, and he couldn't remember a time in his lifetime that there were.

Andrew waltzed over to his Toyota dangling his keys and looking above him as the faded hill in the distance had lettering that read 'Hollywood' on it. He got into the car noticing the couple of stacked books on the passenger side from the nearby Community College. Today thankfully was Saturday. Andrew liked Saturdays. Sundays were nice too. I think you get the picture.

The ride was pleasant. He rode home with the music blasting out of his car of the hip hop variety from his plugged in iPhone. Normally, he would nod his head or get into the music a little more, but he had an extreme lack of energy.

Funny thing was Andrew was so tired after such a long night that he was barely conscious driving even. That was one of the many reasons why that morning he drove by a completely out of place blue phone box and didn't even register it. Not many people usually did anyway. Before Andrew knew it he was parking in front of his apartment building not remembering the last ten minutes.

"Wow, I need to get some sleep," he said as he turned off the ignition and the music died. Andrew opened his Toyota door weekly and exited the vehicle groggily. The journey into the building, up the stairs, and into his apartment followed until he closed the door behind him and sought out his bed.

Andrew found his bed, threw his shoes off, and then collapsed onto the comfortable material. He was asleep in minutes.

Just as quickly as Andrew had fallen asleep he awoke an hour later to a large 'bang' nearby. It didn't sound like thunder or a gun, but instead it more sounded like something had crashed.

Andrew jumped out of bed wanting an answer for the disturbance and made his way to the door of his apartment. He opened up the door and everything was normal. The structure remained the same and there were no recent holes from an explosion or impact that he could point out. And then he saw her.

A blonde woman in a blue coat rushed down the stairs with the biggest manic grin he'd ever seen. Whoever this crazy girl was she had just got done doing something wrong and was racing out of the building. He tried to get her attention yelling, "Yo! What're you doing!"

The blonde said nothing as she raced by him turning her head to grin at him as if it was some big secret. And then the crazy woman was gone and out in the streets.

Andrew looked above him seeing a distraught man peer down at the door. Once the man saw Andrew he loudly demanded, "Why didn't you stop her?"

"I…"

"Oh shut up! You're useless!" The offended man got out of Andrew's vision before the sound of a frustrated slammed door followed.

Why didn't Andrew stop that thief? After all he was a little larger than her. He could have held her up a little bit to give that man a chance to catch her. And who was she? There he went back to thinking about women again. Whoever this blonde was Andrew had been mesmerized by her sight. That single grin told him everything he needed to know. He had to find her.

No point rushing into the streets this mid-morning, so Andrew instead turned back into his apartment. He made his way back toward his bedroom because he still could get one more hour or two of sleep before going to work. Curiously, Andrew peered out his window hoping to catch a glimpse of the beautiful thief.

She wasn't anywhere to be found, but Andrew did hear the sound of an almost grinding. A blue box was apparently disappearing. Come to think of it when had there ever been a blue box on his street?

Andrew shook his head in complete disbelief at the events of the past ten minutes. And then he looked down. A television laid in broken pieces on the ground…