The rusty door swung open and the sweaty band escaped the hellish club. The drummer held back the door with one hand and wiped his brow with the other.
"Shit that was some crowd. We're liable to catch some big wig attention if we keep packing the kids like this every night."
"Get over yourself Liam, I don't expect this much of a following every night." Victoria Terror admitted as she lit a cigarette.
"You might not see it Vicky but we're hitting it big time right under your nose." Joshua the guitarist pointed out.
"You jerks want to hit the pancake house? It's on me tonight." Liam asked his band mates.
"Nah I'm good." Victoria spat. As the two men left her in the alleyway she mused to herself whether or not she was in fact becoming famous without noticing. Leaning against the brick wall she looked around her. "This place is a dump, how can they think we're anything in this universe." She thought. If the alley had one good feature it was that above it was an amazing view of the stars above. Victoria stared at those stars and contemplated how small she was compared to the countless spheres of burning gas that rotated in the vast inky emptiness of space.
That's when Victoria Terror put out her cigarette on the blue box that stood out against the rest of the alleyway. It wasn't very eye catching, but it did appear somewhat out of place in the dated alley. "Someone must have moved it back there from inside the club." She thought. But to Victoria's surprise, a tall man wearing a blue suit came out of the box.
"Oi then, watch where you put that out. This is my baby." The mysterious man barked at her. His accent was distinctly British. After locking the police box door behind him he walked across the alley and plucked a paper from out of a trash pile. "Hmmm. September 1984… Philadelphia… must have taken a wrong turn on Epsilon V."
"That's trash weirdo…. Pretty old trash at that it's October now." Victoria corrected the funny man.
"Ah, well, September, October tomato, tamoto. That doesn't really matter this year. But what does is this: I'm the Doctor and this is my favorite blue box. If you're keen on sitting out here I'd rather you not touch it." The Doctor ordered.
"Whatever asshole." Victoria recoiled at the man's introduction. The Doctor walked out of the alleyway and started down the street in one direction but then decided on the other.
After her second cigarette, Victoria walked around the lonely alley and found herself in front of the newspaper 'the doctor' had been looking at. She picked it up and glanced at the front-page article, a puff piece about some lawyer on a hot streak, city crime at an all time low, yada yada yada. The most interesting aspect of the old paper was what lay under it. The police box key! "He must have dropped it…" Victoria chuckled.
She immediately unlocked the police box door, not knowing what she would do to the strange man's 'baby' only that she would find a way to vandalize it. After swinging the door open Victoria's jaw dropped at the sight before her.
There was a room inside the booth-sized box. A full sized room, with an impossibly intricate console at its center. Victoria slowly walked into the room almost automatically. The control panel looked old and worn, but featured lights and keyboards that were undoubtedly futuristic. "I've got to show this to Andy, he'll be able to make sense of this shit." Victoria nodded. Andrew her brother was the only person in their apartment building with a computer, and probably the only person in Philly that would believe any U.F.O. story you fed him. "It's a phone box right? There's got to be a phone somewhere in this mess." She reasoned. After picking up what appeared to be a receiver, Victoria dialed her apartments phone number on one of the keypads.
That's when Victoria Terror stole the blue box. A strange whirling sound came out of the machine and the door swung shut. Victoria fell over as the entire box swung in violently in a circular motion. When finally the commotion subsided Victoria pulled herself to her feet and found her balance. Everything had become very quiet. "This is enough, I'm out of here." She muttered. Swinging the door open to another surprise, the outside world had vanished. There was nothing but space, black inky nothing with not a single star to be seen. Victoria stuck her head out into the nothingness and uttered a single word: "Fuck."
That's when Victoria Terror initiated the big bang and created the universe. The sheer velocity of the event slammed the door shut, knocking Victoria against the console. "Shit, I've really fucked up this time…" She muttered to herself. Climbing back in front of the control panel she instinctively dialed 9-1-1 and held the receiver steady to her ear. The machine made the same sound as before and begun once again to whirl around and around. Victoria made sure to hang tightly to a handle bar that lined the bottom of the console. When the spinning had subsided, Victoria swung the door open to find the alleyway just as she left it.
"Don't you American's listen?! I said don't touch it and now look what you've gone and done!" The Doctor, who was standing on the other side of the alley with his arms crossed yelled.
"Look guy I am sooo sorry, I had no idea." Victoria began to apologize.
"No you haven't the slightest idea what you've done you fool. Your actions have changed all of time from right under your nose." The Doctor lectured.
"What, what do you mean by that?" Victoria asked.
"I mean, you just stole my time machine and popped yourself over to the beginning of time, the most sensitive time in existence, and whatever you've done there has an underlying effect to the rest of history." The Doctor waved his finger at the punk singer. And before Victoria could begin to mutter the phrase 'Time Machine' the Doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the blue box.
"Time Machine?" She asked.
"Well… space too." The Doctor admitted nonchalantly. "Anywhere and anytime, just so long that you don't change anything so that might change anywhere from happening. You follow?"
"Not exactly." Victoria shook her head. The Doctor ran his hands across several keyboards, and overhead screens lowered themselves to eye level and flicked on. The displays on the screen were in an extremely foreign language to Victoria, the strange words flowed from top to bottom endlessly as the Doctor stared and shook his head.
"Whatever you did sure created quite a mess. The list goes on and on, lots of little things, tiny alterations. A big thing here and there, a missing planet, wait what's this… ah bloody brilliant you've gone and changed the flavor of Coke."
"I'm…sorry?" Victoria stared at the screens that were apparently tattling on her. The Doctor wiped his brow and continued to stare.
"Ah. Just Ah. Just wonderful, you've done it now!" he bellowed slamming his fists on the handrail.
"What happened!?"
"You've changed the ending of Lost." The Doctor muttered.
"What's that?" Victoria raised an eyebrow.
"Island, polar bears, great big mysteries, my favorite. Never mind you're an eighties girl right? You'll find out…"
"Is there anything I can…" Victoria began to offer feeling bad for the strange man and his screens.
"Oh there certainly is, you're coming with me. We are going to rewrite every wrong you've written and get the universe back on track. Every last difference."
"Hey man I don't have time for stuff like that I've got a life,"
"Not any more you don't. Consider this community service for the universe that you've taken the liberty to edit without permission." The Doctor demanded as the screens kept scrolling, until one of them paused and began to blink red. A shrill alarm sounded.
"Oh great, major difference detected… We've got to go NOW." The Doctor began to race around the console flicking switches and turning knobs.
"I'm trying to tell you I can't just leave I've got…" The box began to swirl and tilt and shake just as it did before. Outside in the alleyway the blue box slowly faded into the night and vanished along with several of the stars above.