There are so many things that can be done in a single lifetime yet so few people realize it. They follow the same routine over and over again, never stopping to look up and see the sky and think that there might be more for them. That there might be a different life. But no one looks up, so the wondrous sky is left to burst with unshared promises of glory and happiness.

So look up. See the sky, see the things you could do, feel the rain on your face and know that every crystalline drop could be an adventure for you. Once you see, all that is left is to act.

It was just another ordinary day for me. The cars whizzed by in flashes of bright but dull colors. Faces and places blurred together in my mind because I had seen them so often. I sighed and closed my eye, tilting my face upward. I wished there could be a change for me. Anything to free myself from this trap I called my life.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared. Something was different. The sky was not its normal too-bright blue or dull confining grey. It was a deep, deep blue color that seemed to grab my soul and tug it. I stared, ignoring the people that bumped into me. It was so beautiful, so unfathomably deep. It was the entire sky, as far as I could see. Briefly, I wondered why no one else had noticed, until I saw from the corners of my eyes that everyone else was so focused on where they were going that they didn't bother to look up.

Look up, I mentally yelled. Look up and see what you are missing! But no one heard me because I hadn't said a word. I sighed again and was about to turn away when a silent, blinding flash suddenly ripped the sky apart. The deep blue sky roiled and seemed to want to tear itself into pieces, and it did. A deep black gash that made my heart skip a beat sliced through the blue, and something fell from it.

It looked rectangular and it was the same color as the sky, so I nearly lost it, but it was smoking. I followed the faint smoke trail until whatever it was met ground. It wasn't far from here. My soul seemed drawn by this object and my mind screamed at me to find it, so I ran. I ran as fast as I could though the faceless crowds and immense buildings. My eyes were locked on a destination I did not know but that didn't matter. I needed to get there as quickly as I could

I burst from the throng of people and saw… nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary. This was where the object had come down, but I saw nothing. No craters, no scorch marks, and no fragments of anything. But still my mind insisted there was something here. I scanned the area until the deep blue sky caught my attention, but it wasn't the sky. It was the blue box that had fallen from it. I inhaled sharply and my body slowly began to move toward it, almost unconsciously. As I got closer, I could make out the writing on the dirt- ash? - covered box. It was a police phone box.

I reached out and tried to turn the handle, but it was locked. Strange. I brushed away some of the ash and ran my fingers along the wood of the box. It felt smooth yet deeply grained. A quiet click seemed to vibrate the wood, and the handle of the police box turned on its own. I blinked a few times, a bit disturbed by the sight, and pushed the door open, unsure of what I would find.

To my shock, the inside of the police box was huge. I backpedaled rapidly and walked around the box, frowning. It looked normal… but then again, it had fallen from the sky. Normal police boxes didn't do that, did they? I shook my head and returned to the door. I took a deep breath and stepped inside, completely convinced that I was about to be deep-fried by some sort of alien death ray… but nothing happened. Feeling a bit cocky by my success at not dying, I walked around the obviously alien ship. In the center was the controls, I assumed, but the ship was covered in a strange pale structure that reminded me of thick tree roots. The rest of the ship was a golden color.

I tripped on something on the floor and landed face-first on the metal grate. Groaning, I looked at my hands and found them covered in blood. My first thought was that I had sliced them open somehow, but then I saw the pool of the life fluid around me. I gasped quietly, fear racing thorough my veins, and looked behind me.

It was a man. At least, it looked like a man. He was actually quite handsome, or he would be if he weren't covered in blood. His clothes were torn and he was unconscious- or at least I hoped he was. Partly because his wounds were pretty gruesome and partly because I feared he was alien and would melt my brain or something. I crawled over to inspect his injuries. There were gashes in his chest that looked like claw marks and ripped skin around his wrists. He must have been shackled or something. I had some medical supplies in my bag, but it wouldn't be enough. All I had were Ace bandages and disinfectant, Band-Aids and gauze. It would have to do.

I carefully removed his coat but hesitated at taking his shirt off. It could hurt him more and when he woke he might not take kindly to having it off in front of a stranger, but it could have unknown bacteria on it that could infect his wounds. Common sense took over and I removed it, trying not to stare at his six-pack. Oh, how embarrassing my lack of self-control was. I took some cotton balls out of a package and soaked it with disinfectant, carefully dabbing it on his wounds. The man flinched instinctively when the stinging liquid met raw flesh but he didn't wake up. I slowly let out the breath I hadn't realized I had been holding.

When his wounds were as clean as I could get them, I placed the Ace bandage against the wounds and wrapped it tightly around them. The bandages turned slightly red but the bleeding was slowed. I fished around in my bag and found my water bottle. He would need it soon, so I put it beside him. I scooted back and leaned against the controls, making sure not to touch any. Then I looked at myself. My clothed were covered in his blood and I smelled weird because of it.

Oh, man. How was I going to explain this? My sanity was already a bit questionable. A single story about an injured man in a magical blue box that fell from a hole in the sky would get me put in a nut house really quick. I sighed and gazed at the man with half-closed eyes. Who exactly was he?

Before I knew it my eyes had closed completely and I slipped into a fitful sleep.

Something wasn't right.

I could feel it.

Gentle prodding drew me from my dreamless sleep. I opened my eyes and found a pair of soft brown eyes staring back at me. I yelped in shock and tried to scramble backward but I only succeeded in smacking my head against the controls.

"Gah! Personal space!"

The man sat back obligingly but I could tell he was confused and perhaps a bit angry.

"Who are you and how did you get on my ship?"

I rubbed the now tender spot on my head and glared at him.

"No thank you for saving your life? You would have bled out if I hadn't seen you fall from the sky in this weird ship-box thing."

The man's expression morphed into an indignant glare.

"This ship-box thing is called the TARDIS. I'm the Doctor, by the way. So, who are you? And more importantly, how did you get on my ship?"

I frowned, keeping an eye on him. His bandages had become slightly loose. He must have been awake for some time. Stupid man, he shouldn't be breathing with those injuries, let alone moving around. At least he had taken a drink, as I could tell from the empty bottle on the floor.

"Name's Phoenix. As for how I got on, I walked through the door."

The Doctor snorted and leaned back onto his palms.

"Impossible. It was locked."

I grinned slyly.

"Was being the operative word. I touched the ship and it unlocked for me."

He froze, his expression turning blank and unreadable. Instantly I became alert, watching his every move. We were both silent for the longest time, watching and studying each other. We, apparently, were at a stalemate. Neither of us would look away first. But this couldn't go on forever.

"How did you get hurt?" I asked softly.

This broke the timeless spell and he looked away.

"That's not important. You should go home."

I scoffed and stood, offering a hand to help him up. He took it and pulled himself to his feet, wobbling unsteadily.

"Are you kidding me? This is new! My life has consisted entirely of work, sleep, and food. Your life, however, appears to be far more interesting, and I want a part of it."

The Doctor sighed.

"Spit in one hand, want in the other. See which fills up first."

I grinned.

"Yet you want me to leave. We are at yet another stalemate, Doctor. Hey, what's your name?"

He flashed a grin at me and fiddled with the controls.

"I'm, the Doctor"

I almost growled in frustration. He said that already!

"Yes, but Doctor who?"

This time he chuckled.

"That's the question, isn't it? Now, if you will kindly do as I wish, leave and forget about our encounter. Go home."

I stared. I had just saved his life and he didn't care. Ungrateful little-

"I don't want to."

If acting like a little brat would convince him that I wasn't going anywhere, I would surrender my pride. The doctor glanced at me again, surprised at my childish tone. I pouted, crossing my arms and huffing. A small smile tugged at the Doctor's lips and he walked over. I crinkled my nose when he got closer and closer, invading my personal space until our noses were almost touching.

"I can't keep you, kitten. Go home."

So that was how it was going to be. I growled and mock-scratched his face, holding back a grin as I stomped over to the wall furthest from the door and sat down. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open slightly.

"If I have to drag you out kicking and screaming, I will, Phoenix. Get out."

I looked down. I didn't know this man. I didn't know where he was from, where he was going, or if he was going to eat me or not. I slowly rose and sighed.

"Yes, sir. I am so sorry for that."

I rushed past him and out into the city again, running to fight back the confusing tears. I had absolutely no idea why I was so sad, but it was like a tidal wave that pulled me under and refused to let me surface. I screeched to a stop, my eyes wide. I had forgotten my bag in there! I whipped around and shot back the way I came, but when I returned, the alien police box was gone. It had vanished.

I stared at the spot it had been in for a long time before finally deciding to go back to my little apartment.

A week later I unlocked the door to my apartment and slowly entered, flopping down on the couch with a tired sigh. Today had not been good. My boss had been pranked by one of my co-workers who threw me under the bus by making sure all the evidence pointed to me. It had been hilarious until he had stormed into my office, covered in rainbow Pixie dust and melted marshmallows.

I had been fired. I hadn't gotten my paycheck yet either, which means I couldn't pay rent. I would lose my small yet beloved home too. I got up and trudged to my room to begin packing my things and putting them on eBay to sell. I had nowhere else to go. My parents were dead and I had no siblings or other relatives in the country. I had been alone most of my life, now that I thought about it. My actual parent died in a fire when I was just a baby, or so I was told. I was raised in foster care until I was two, when a single mother came to adopt me. She passed all the requirements, but as soon as I was at her house, she left. Sometimes she didn't come back for a week or more. She was always there when company as, though, showing me off. She made sure to disguise any injuries I had and fatten me up so I looked healthy. But as soon as the company was gone, so was she. I was alone until I was eighteen, legal, so I left and didn't look back.

I was twenty two now. I should have been getting by on my own for only four years, with loving support from a family. Instead, I had survived alone for twenty one years and no support. But it was my life. I knew nothing else, so why should I be upset?

I suddenly tripped over something in the hallway. Growling in irritation, I looked down and froze. It was my bag, the same one I had left in the alien police box a week ago. Tied to it were a key and a note.

If you still want to come, just return. The note read. I frowned at it in confusion before grabbing the bag and sprinting out the door. This could be my one chance at experiencing a life that actually had someone else in it. I knew the path by heart having walked it many times in the past week, hoping the strange man would come back. I nearly hit a taxi- not the other way around- and decided to simply vault over the hood. The driver yelled something vulgar at me but I ignored it.

I rounded the corner into the small clearing and smiled widely. There was the deep blue box, as if it was waiting. I glanced at the sky and found it was the same color as the box again. Taking a deep breath, I gripped the key in my hand and approached the box. The key fit perfectly into the lock and turned smoothly, a sign of a lot of use.

It was the same as before, just darker. I assumed the Doctor was asleep- wherever he was. It was past twelve. I was suddenly exhausted myself. I spied a staircase I hadn't noticed before and followed it up until I saw two doors. One was closed, the other open. I entered the open one and found a simple bedroom with a beautiful looking bed. I laughed breathlessly and ran over, collapsing face-first into the wonderful bed.

Like a light I was out.