This is inspired by the quote from "New Earth": "A wanderer, a man without a home, a lonely god."
Abby Powers startled awake. She couldn't believe she had slept at all-today was a big day. It was the Feast of the Lonely God, and this was the first year she was old enough to participate. The legends said that the Lonely God would sometimes take a young human female to travel with him in his wanderings, and so all girls between the ages of sixteen and twenty-four participated in the festival, hoping to be chosen.
Tumbling out of bed, Abby quickly dressed in the blue clothes customary to the Feast. Running a comb through her fine blonde hair, she blinked at her reflection in the mirror.
Abby rushed downstairs, where her two little sisters ambushed her. "Abby!" shrieked eight-year-old Madigan. "Are you excited?"
"Yeah, Abby, awe you?" echoed three-year-old Rachael.
Abby nodded, biting her lip.
The girls' parents entered, dressed as their daughters were in blue. "Ready, you three?" Robert Powers asked, the the family headed towards the door.
The five stopped outside the blue box that was the entrance to the temple. Beth gave her eldest daughter a quick hug. "Go on in, Abby," she said. "Best of luck."
Nervously, Abby stepped through the door of the temple, smoothing out her skirt. Catching the eye of her best friend, Christie, she headed towards her.
"Nervous?" Christie asked. "God knows I am."
Abby half-grinned. "You have no idea."
Half an hour later the ceremony was starting. Abby bounced her leg nervously as she stood and sang.
As the song was coming to a close, there was an odd roaring sound and a blue box appeared, one that looked exactly like the entrance to the temple. The congregation stood and stared.
A redheaded girl and a blond man exited the box and looked around themselves. "Oh, this is so not Rio," the girl said. "Doctor..."
The box started fading. "Doctor!" the girl shouted.