Prologue
The air was crisp and clean. Rose stopped for a minute and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in. The fresh air calmed her a bit and she pushed away the bad memories of the past few days. Walking slowly toward the corner of the garden, she took in all its beauty she had observed from the window, wiggling her toes in the cool grass and gently caressing flowers that she passed.
In just a few short moments, she stopped in front of the strange blue box. Looking closer, she saw faded words sketched across the top.
"Police Public Call Box..." she quietly read out loud to herself in confusion. She'd never heard of such a thing before, which only seemed to add to the mystery of the box itself. She walked around the perimeter of it slowly, taking in every detail, every crack and area of chipped paint. As she rounded to the front again, no words could come. In a strange way, the phone box was beautiful and seemed to hold an intriguing secret she suddenly wished to know. Reaching out her hand, she gently touched the box's surface. She jumped to the sound of the door unlocking suddenly. With her eyebrows furrowed and her hand still on the side of the phone box, she stared at the door lock, puzzled. Stepping back, she quietly observed the tiny, vertical doorknob, almost waiting for it to do something else. As her heartbeat slowed from the scare of the sudden noise inside, she slowly reached out and grabbed the doorknob…