When a bright blue box falls out of the sky, the smartest thing you can do is move so it doesn't crush your skull. Logan Mitchell considered himself a very smart man – he was a doctor after all. Running off, as fast as he could he only stopped after hearing a crash and a pained groan. He had to go see, what if someone was hurt? He was a doctor!
Making his way back, double time, he prepares himself for the worst. Such as crushed skull and blood, something he hasn't seen in a while. When he finally makes it back, he sees what you would expect from a giant box falling from the sky; a crater filled with the box that was smoking a little.
Logan leans down, trying to get closer. Then the doors open, and a body pops up, gripping the doors as if he would fall in if he didn't, but a body. One that's very alive, with no outer damage. Logan's body flips, the fight or flight instinct about to kick in. Flight, to be exact, there was no chance he could he take this dude.
He was big, as if he played sports. There was a good chance that if he did try to fight, he'd need a doctor.
"Hello, I'm the doctor!"
His greeting frenzied, as he climbs out fully, and Logan tries not to get frightened when 'the doctor' towers over him.
"Oh my god, are you alright?" General Doctoral concern washes over Logan as he looks over 'the Doctor'; pretty sure he was dealing with a case of mild head trauma.
"Fine, fine. What year is it?" His tone switches and suddenly he's staring at me with such intensity that makes me nervous.
"It's 2012, why?" Logan's eyebrows raise as the blonde man nods frantically.
"The twenty first century?" His eyes are really green, all hyped up with worry for something, something Logan isn't aware of.
"Uh, yeah...It's the twenty first."
The blonde man looks relived,
"Oh good." And then he, in all his manic glory passes out.
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