"I can remember that day like it was yesterday. You see, I had just finished uploading a new edit to my tumblr page. 'Damn….. One thousand notes already' had just left my lips in a hushed tone as I heard it. That sound. That unforgettable sound. I thought it was my phone, switching from tumblr to twitter or was it Facebook? Anyways…. I heard that sound. It was distant, and kind of like what you would hear from a bad Darth Vader impression. A congested wheezing with a bit of a robotic undertone to it. Thinking it was nothing, I crashed onto the large beanbag in the middle of my eight by ten foot room, mind drifting away to the internet when a loud bang caught my attention. This wasn't like anything I had heard. Alarmed I leapt from the large piece of furniture and sprinted down the hallway towards the large window. I knew it couldn't be my family, none of them were home. But before me lay an old police box, its bright blue reflecting the sun, and my old wacky neighbor standing near it scratching his head. Curious, I ran down the steep stairs, out the door, and over to his house…..and that is how I, Christine Elizabeth Porter, meet the greatest adventure of my life."

A Funny Sort of Policeman

A loud thud echoed through the quiet streets of that American town, a large blue box landing in some man's front yard. The street only began to bustle again as a young girl sprang through the door of the house next door. She stood about 5 foot 3 inches tall, had copper-brown hair that fell down to right below her chest, this girl was not a twig but not a log, and she held a determined look in her hazel eyes. The young girl swiftly crossed her yard and into her neighbors, a man appearing as if he had been dropped on his head as a child. Between the two of them, a large blue box stood, he scratched is old gray head in a perplexed way.

"Well whatever this hullabaloo is, I don't know how it got here" he piped up after an elongated moment of silence between the pair. He put his hands on his hips, the denim of his overalls stretching profusely. Christine, the young girl, cautiously walked over to his side of the box where the door stood. She pulled on the door handle with quite some force.

"Locked" she grumbled and stepped back to looked the box over briefly. "I'll see if the key was dropped in the lawn, maybe you should go and get some coffee and relax, Mr. Tyler" Christine said to the elderly man, a light concern for his age in her voice. She stepped away from the box, her white high tops skimming over the uncut lawn. A small object glimmered in the sun "Ahhh… Gotcha!" She smirked as she bent over, grasping the object in her tough hands. As she stood up Christine looked the object over in her hand, a long string hung from the key. The letters ( S) were engraved on both sides of the oddly shaped key. "What's a-" she cut her sentence short as she felt a hand on her shoulder, her heart pounded wildly.

"That would be the name of my blue box, and it stands for Time and Relative Dimension In Space" the man uttered out wildly as he snatched the key from her hands, reclaiming his property.
"In Space?!" Christine called out as she saw him cross the yard towards the blue box. She looked him over carefully. He stood at about 5 foot 8 inches, he had dark brown hair that was short but puffed up slightly in the front and hung over his deep chocolate brown eyes, his build wasn't scraggily but he wasn't a football player, his tweed pinstriped jacket had caught her attention, and bright white high top shoes matching hers. The girl scrambled after him.

He stopped and wheeled around on his heels "yes in space, does it matter? Now please leave me be" The strange man had turned back around again. He seemed set to return to his box and disappear, if that was possible.
"Then…." Christine extended her stride to keep up with his quick pace. A quick flash of the key reflected back towards her. Oh how she struggled to find a way to say this without being rude. At the last moment, she jumped in front of the door to his precious box. Her eyes were filled with intent "Then tell me exactly who you are…. Every last bit of it"

"Oh alright then.." the man fixed his bowtie and stuck his hands into his deep coat pockets "You're not going to believe this, I'm a time traveler. The big box behind you is my TARDIS, the machine that transports me through time and space, and I'm from a planet far away" he said sarcastically, hoping it would detour the girl.

A large smile came over Christine's face "So if I did this" she opened the door, a light draft whipping her hair about, and stepped inside. "What would happen?" the girl wheeled on her heels playfully, still having the mind of a child cramped inside of her 22 year old body. A gasp escaped her lips as she took in the sheer magnitude of the TARDIS.

The man stepped past her, an almost smug smile on his face "I told you so" He swiftly climbed the few steps onto the main floor of the main control room. The main console stood proudly as a light blue aura filled the room. Large columns, like the romans but bending in structure, were scattered in a circular pattern around the controls. Round circles, about two feet in diameter filled the walls with a gentle light. One stair case lead down to what appeared to be the under workings of the TARDIS. Another stair case stood almost directly across from the door and lead to the many rooms and hallways of the TARDIS. A silver plated handrail ran along the outside of the circular main floor, the light bouncing off of it like a mirror. White couch like furniture was set randomly against the railings. With a snap of his fingers, the door of the TARDIS slammed shut. "So do you want to come?" he asked, looking the girl square in the eyes, he know he couldn't travel alone forever.

Mr. Tyler, the old crazy neighbor came out of his house with two cups of coffee. "Now Christine, according to my daughter, the blue box means that somehow that man inside has found a way to temporarily jump into the alternate universe and-" His phrase cut short, being stopped by a loud wheezing noise. The man dropped both cups of his coffee onto the pavement, memories flowing back into his fading mind. His face turned a ghostly white "Christine!" he called out into the fading blue box, his heart raced as he hoped what happened to his dear daughter didn't happen to her. Defeated, he returned to his humble adobe, wife and kid now moved out. Mr. Tyler slumped down in his old lazy boy chair. His tone was hushed, as if he was revealing something her never should, "That man is the doctor"

****Authors Note****

Thank you for reading!

Please let me know what you think, and I'll try to make Chapter Two a bit longer.