"No, no, no! The balcony won't work unless there's a column a foot in! That's all wrong!" I scream at my tutor, frustrated.

He merely raises his eyebrows. "Control your temper, boy. The column will work just as well on the edge."

"Well then, I'm not responsible for your death after the center collapses," I mutter, mocking him.

"Do your work, Erik. You can come down to the building site tonight, to see for yourself how well it worked." I glare at him, too tired of his stupidity to bother arguing.

I put my pencil down half an hour later, hearing a noise outside. "Hello?" I call, curious as to what has happened. "Is everything alright?"

Walking to the open window, I see a blue box. Police, the top reads. They won't want to deal with me.

As I turn around, I notice a small bit of color from the inside as the door opens. I could swear the inside was bigger. But the door closes far too quickly as a man in proper attire steps out and looks around.

"Ah, France. Lovely. I do think it's in the mid-19th century. No one will bother with the blue box in the middle of nowhere!" he yells, laughing. He runs off through the field with no apparent purpose.

"Oh, I'll bother," I mutter as I grab my lock picking set. No one will be back to get me for an hour and a half yet. I have plenty of time to explore.

Kneeling down outside of the door, I begin to pick the lock. Slowly, I get one bit into position, then the next.

"What are you doing there, chap?" I hear after a couple of minutes of work. I freeze, knowing what comes next. I'll be punished.

"Please don't," I mutter as I turn around.

"Do you want to see the interior?" I nod at the man with the bow tie, shocked. He smiles, opening the door.

"What is this place?" I ask, stunned as I look around at the huge room.

"It's called the TARDIS."

"I'm smart."

"Time and Relative Dimension in Space."

"That's imposs-no, wait..." I trail off, computing the necessary force in my head. "But it's-we're in a different universe, for crying out loud!"

"How do you know that?" he asks me, his expression far more intense than the minute before.

I spend nearly an hour talking to him. Suddenly, I hear a voice calling for me. "Erik, allons-y! He expected you there five minutes ago!"

"Coming, Richard!" I yell, running to the door. "Sorry," I call over my shoulder, receiving a grunt in reply.

As I round the house, Richard sees me. "Where were you, Erik?"

"I got bored inside," I tell the older boy as we run down the dirt path to the site.

"Late," my tutor calls. "The scaffolds and supports are being taken down. Now," he says, "I will prove to you the safety of the columns."

He pulls me to the center of the veranda, far past the columns. I signal for Richard to move as the last support is taken down, but he doesn't heed my warning.

"Now, Erik, you can see that I was...wrong," he whimpers as cracks appear above us. I pull on his arm, but he is rooted to the spot by shock.

As everything comes crashing down around us, I hear the TARDIS.

"Help!" I scream, Richard echoing my cries. Soon, his go quiet as a chunk of marble the size of my fist crashes down on the top of his head.

But I am pulled free.

"I'm fine," I murmur as my new friend looks me over a couple of minutes later. "Just let me go."

"Alright. But keep this," he says, handing me a key. "Next time you see me, you won't have to pick the lock."

"Thank you," I say as I slip the key into my boot. "I never did get your name, sir."

"Oh, don't call me that. If anything, I'm the Doctor."