She sat in the corner with her eyes closed. Waiting. Hiding. She didn't know why she closed her eyes because it didn't make her any less visible. It just sort of felt more secure. She could here the rather violent cries of her pursuers getting closer. Suddenly there was a sort of whooshing noise from farther down the alley. Gingerly, she opened up one eye. There was a police box in the corner next to the bins and she could have sworn that wasn't there before. The shouts were much louder now. Evidently the noise had drawn them to this area. She had to act fast. Then an idea sprung into her head. The police box!
As she stood in front of it, she couldn't help but admire it. It didn't belong in a dingy backstreet like this. Come to think of it, it didn't even belong in this century. The blue paint was fading and there was more than a few scratches on it. Even though it looked like it from the '60s it felt much older. She gave herself a shake. This was no time to wonder what a police box was doing here. The yells were only a street away by now. Hastily, she tried the door. Locked. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, she thought, thinking of her gran. So, gathering all her strength she barged into the door. It flew open and she hurried in and shut the door behind her. Then she turned round. Her eyes were as big as saucepans. It was bigger on the inside.
"What the hell?!" she exclaimed rather taken aback by the size of the police box. Or is it even a police box? She wondered. Suddenly she realised she was not alone. In the centre of the room there was a man. He looked young, maybe about thirty or so but his eyes, his eyes looked old. As if they had seen things. Things you didn't want to imagine. He was dressed funny, like her grandad, with a tweed blazer and a bow tie. A bow tie? Did people still wear those things? He was just standing there, staring at her like she had just turned blue or something. "How? How? But - how did you get in?" He asked clearly as surprised as she was.
" I opened the door" she replied as innocently as possible.
"But that's - impossible - I mean - nothing should be able to come in!" he stuttered.
"Well I guess you need a new lock then." She stated thinking this was all a bit stupid really. "Actually - who are you?"
"Me? Well I'm nobody really - besides the more important question is - who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Kate" She sighed. Kate was a boring name. Not exciting like Eliza or Iona or something. But then that was her. Boring. Nothing exciting ever happened to her.
The man nodded. "Cool name."
She raised an eyebrow "Don't lie"
"Ok - it's a rubbish name - but that doesn't mean that you are rubbish."
"If you say so. And you never answered me properly. Who are you?"
He grinned. "I'm the Doctor"
Kate was slightly bemused by this. He didn't look like a doctor. Doctors usually were better dressed for starters. Maybe he was a science doctor. Maybe.
"Doctor who?"