I knew the familiar whooshing sound of the TARDIS all too well. I just expected that Doctor Who wasn't real, just as I expected that of all people the TARDIS would probably not show up at my door. Nevertheless, the TARDIS called to me, announcing her arrival with the all-too-familiar whooshing sound that Whovians around the world crave to hear. Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm as sane and realistic as the next guy, but when you hear the TARDIS' sound, you run to her: Everyone wants their fantasies to be real.
I ran to my front door and unlocked it with the key I habitually leave in the latch. The front yard was covered in snow, yet the rest of the street was normal, and nobody noticed the bright blue police box on my front lawn, covered in snow. I lived on a relatively busy street and apparently none of the drivers or pedestrians could see the TARDIS, that or none of them cared enough to investigate; too caught up in their everyday lives to notice the extraordinary.
I went up to that blissful door and I was all but convinced it was the TARDIS herself, in my snow-covered front lawn. I was disheartened when I realised I didn't have a TARDIS key; how could I? I pushed and shoved against the door, desperate to get inside… So I may have kicked it once or twice… I'd just discovered the TARDIS. You would have done the same. Suddenly, a random idea popped into my head and I snapped my fingers *snap*. To my delight the doors of the TARDIS swung open on their hinges.
She looked different to how you or I would think, not like the TARDIS we knew during the siege of Trenzalore. She was black… with a red glow surrounding the centre console. I didn't even bother with "Bigger on the inside" there wasn't time. The minute I stepped into the TARDIS I heard someone snap their fingers *snap*. Because of all the darkness around the central console, aside from the red glow, I couldn't have known how quickly my window of opportunity for escape was closing. But then again, you can't change history if you're a part of it.
As I saw the centre console beam begin to rise and fall in its big glass cylinder, I was thrown to the floor by the jerking movements of the TARDIS. We landed within seconds, with nobody flying her, this time the sound of the TARDIS was different; somewhat darker. The doors opened behind me, just as I realised I was leaning on them, and they opened outwards… It was certainly a first for me to see the doors open outwards. I fell into a dark graveyard, the gravestones black and nothing was visible except for a curling low fog that crept around those eerie gravestones. I could see the TARDIS though, it was now black, and the light coming from inside was the same eerie blood red of the centre console.
I was shocked, unable to piece together what was happening. The TARDIS had become corrupted, losing her blue form and white light. Who had snapped their fingers? Where am I? Weeping Angels? Is this the Doctor or another? The questions flooded my mind, each of them begging urgent attention. I couldn't handle it… The world grew dark as I struggled to think. The fog enveloped me. The Timelords? The Doctor? Doctor – my last thought before I blacked out to the sound of strange laughter.
To be continued.