I do not own Doctor Who, and you know I don't because then I would own the rights to Sherlock, and the world would have an official crossover between the two shows.
Before, I was doing nothing out of the ordinary. Before, I was not doing anything that would have offended or pleased anyone else. Before, I was walking home from my work at the National Gallery. Before, I was not feeling any particular emotion. Before, my life was the most mundane life an American-British citizen can have while living in London.
But that was before I had sensed the blue box.
Yes, you read that right. I sensed the blue box because I was an Empath. I've been able to feel the presence of others' and their emotions ever since I was a child. It's a gift my mother always said had been passed down in our family for generations. Some people were harder to sense than others, and animals were the easiest to read. But I've never sensed an inanimate object before.
So imagine my surprise when I passed a street corner and realized that a wooden blue box in the alleyway was giving off energy. I walked closer in amazement. It was the shape and size of a telephone booth, with a light at the top. Underneath, white paint spelled the words Police Public Call Box. On the box's doors were two signs, one that read the police telephone that was free for public use and it promised immediate response for all calls. The other instructed to pull the door to open the box.
Well, this is new, I thought as I circled the thing. Then I winced at the negative emotion the box gave off. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Calling you a thing is wrong," I apologized when I was facing the doors again. "But to be fair, you're not traditionally alive, either. I've never met a conscientious police box before." The other sides of the box also said Police Public Call Box. On every side were two windows of frosty white glass, preventing me from seeing the inside.
The box gave off an emotion of forgiveness, and then the feeling of a woman's affection flooded my senses.
"Preferred pronouns, she/her/hers. Message received. I'm Anita Hawkins. So now what- Whoa!" An onslaught of emotions hit me like a tidal wave. Nearby, someone was more scared and confused then they had ever been in their whole life.
I looked around and saw that the emotions were coming from a girl just a block away from me. She was about a year or two younger than me (meaning nineteen or twenty-ish) with shoulder-length blonde hair and a slim build. I was about to ask her if she was alright when the sound of an explosion startled me so much that I tripped and fell backward against the box. The door fell open at my body's sudden pressure against it, and I landed very hard on the box's floor. I managed to think that the sign said 'Pull To Open' when I lifted my head to look inside.
"Well, this is most definitely new."
Please R&R. Peace and Love!
~Navy