The Blue Box in the Basement
Special Agent Fox Mulder was simply minding his own business. The dreary basement office in the J Edgar Hoover FBI Building was where he spent most of his time these days. He cursed under his breath as he attempted to get the final drops of ink out of the pen he was using. His hand ached from writing so much. He was also tired from the previous night. He smiled to himself as he thought of the case; nothing more than a simple Frankenstein story with a happy ending.
He leaned back in his chair, removing his glasses and massaging his weary eyes with the tips of his fingers. He sighed heavily as he stared at the unorganised mess of papers on his desk. Mulder considered going home and continuing in the morning and the deciding factor was definitely the leftover takeaway he remembered was in the fridge.
Suddenly, he was struck with a massive gust of wind. He lost control of swinging on his chair and was thrown backwards showered by hundreds of sheets of paper. When he managed to climb back to his feet his eyes widened.
Opposite his desk stood a police box. The old and scratched coating of paint was a deep blue colour and the light sitting on top slowly went out. The door opened suddenly and a man appeared. He had a mad but friendly look in his grey eyes which was a contrast between the warm burgundy bowtie he wore and his tweed jacket.
His eyes suddenly narrowed as he stared at Mulder, "This isn't by any chance the twenty sixth human colony of Mars is it?"
Mulder shook his head slowly and gulped, "No."
He stared at the man from the blue box in amazement. Was he dreaming? Had he been drugged? Was any of this real?
"Didn't think so," said the man. He simply went back inside the box and closed the door with a loud creak and a bang. Mulder watched in amazement as the box faded from sight with another gust of wind.
"I'm telling the truth, Scully!" Mulder insisted.
"You always are, aren't you?" she replied sarcastically.
"Look at this!" he indicated the papers sprawled over the floor, "Look! You can't deny the evidence!"
"You didn't just get a little irritated and throw your papers around, Mulder?" she cocked her eyebrow, "That wouldn't surprise me." She added quietly.
"Why would I make this up Scully?" he demanded, "The box was there, then it wasn't. It literally faded away! I'm telling the truth!"
Scully pointed to the I Want To Believe poster on the wall behind Mulder, "You really will make up anything, won't you Mulder?"
He sat down at his desk and banged his forehead on it a few times before leaning all the way back into his chair and running his hands through his hair. She was right. This was ridiculous. Maybe the blue box never appeared in his office. But what if it had?