The blue police box suddenly appeared on the abandoned street corner. The noise it emitted was something that I had never heard of before. It was a loud cry that would fade after a second, only to come back twice as loud. After a few seconds, the sound retreated, leaving everything as it was.

Except that the box had just fallen out of the sky and onto a street in London. Nothing unusual about that. Nothing at all.

Soon the door creaked open, and two figures fell out of it. A man and a woman. The woman was quite slender and had long, sleek blond hair. It fell just past her shoulders and landed delicately onto her maroon jacket. The man had short, dark brown hair and was wearing all black. Black shoes, black pants, black shirt, and a black leather jacket.

I examined the box once again and came to the sudden conclusion. The box was too small to fit both people inside of. It seemed so cramped, so tiny.

"How long have I been gone?" the girl asked. She was obviously from here.

"About twelve hours," the man with a Northern accent.

The girl suddenly started laughing and soon the man joined her. "Alright," she said abruptly, "I won't be long. I just want to see my mum."

"What are you going to tell her?"

"I don't know," the girl paused. "That I've been to the year 5 billion and only been gone, what twelve hours?" The man chuckled. What were they going on about? The year 5 billion? Not possible. "Nah, I'll just tell her I spent the night at Charlene's. See you later," she said walking towards a row of apartments. "And don't you disappear," she warned, waving her finger at him.

Who were these two? I shook my head and kept watching.

The girl ran off while the man just chuckled. He walked down the street, kicking a can. He paused and seemed to spot the post standing inches in front of me. The mysterious man raced towards it and examined the sheet of paper tacked to it. He soon raced off in the direction of the girl, leaving me all alone.

I turned towards the post and looked at the sheet of paper. It was a sign advertising a missing girl. But not just any girl. Oh no.

The girl. Rose Tyler. The exact same one I just saw come out of the blue box and race off to her mum's house. He said she had only been gone twelve hours. But the paper said twelve months. A year!

What was going on? I tried to walk towards the box, but it was as if my feet were glued to the ground. I was constantly struggling to move my feet forward, but to no avail.

"Help me!" I screamed. I struggled even more. "Help! Help me!"

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I found myself lying on the ground. My head was throbbing and my legs were sore. I sat up and looked at the other figure I shared my room with. My older sister, Julie, was laying sound asleep. She had always been a heavy sleeper. I gave a gentle sigh of relief before heading to the living room window. I gazed out into the night sky. It was always so beautiful and peaceful. I smiled before absentmindedly opening the window and stepping into the damp grass.

It was as if I had no control of my legs. They felt as though they had a mind of their own. I found myself walking down the cool sidewalk to a dark unknown. I just kept walking. I couldn't stop.

After a few minutes I found myself standing in the same spot the blue box had landed. It wasn't there and neither was the paper for the missing Rose Tyler. I sat down on the ground against the post and waited. Waiting for any sign of the blue box.

Nothing.

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