A twelve year old boy walked around his dreamscape, which stood stark white and barren.
"Hello?" He called. "Anyone there!?"
He closed his eyes hoping that if he opened them again then he'd be safe at home. He'd be with his family and friends, the only people on his island home that paid him any mind. When he opened them again, his eyes grew wider with curiosity.
He was floating in space.
Not attached to anything or anyone. No sudden accidents to worry about and distract him, no metal walls to confine him.
Just space.
Below him he saw Earth, looking big blue and alive. All around him stars glittered, reminding him of how little he seemed.
"I wanna see more of this stuff. I want to explore the cosmos," The boy said, his smile drooping. "But I can't. I have no way to."
Behind him there came a noise, a wheezing, groaning noise that mysteriously filled him with a sense of happiness, like the faint memories of his early childhood, when his mother would whisper lullabies in his ear as he and his siblings fell asleep.
A began glowing behind him and an impossible wind came whipping by him, forcing his hair over his eyes and his jacket to press against his sides. When it ended, he gazed over his shoulder and gasped.
A phone booth-like box loomed over him, glowing the bluest blue of the cosmos. The lamp on top pulsed in time to a hidden heartbeat.
"What?" The boy breathed in shock
The boy gripped his sleeves and reached out for the box.
The doors flung open and a man in a pinstripe suit, Converse, and a trench coat stood there, eyes shining with energy.
"Allons-y!" The man yelled, reaching out and grabbing the blond's hand.
The boy gasps as he bolts up out of his dream.
"Noble," He breathes.