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It happened when she was young. Ten year old Alison Bane was playing deep in the forest behind her grandmother's house when she had stumbled upon it. She had explored these woods countless times before and had never seen something like this. There was something ancient about it and at the same moment it was timeless. Young Alison had approached the mysterious apparition and with a shaking hand, touched its wooden sides. She gasped, a thrill of energy running through her all at once. The thing was humming, but that description wasn't quite right. No, it was more like the strange object was breathing.

There was a door there too, and despite Grandma Mary's warnings not to wander into strange places, Alison started to open it. Her fingers had barely wrapped around the silver handle when a shadow passed across a set of windows in the top of the door. She had ran then, the sound of the doors out of time creaking open behind her. No one called to her, no one tried to stop her, but they didn't need to. She had already fallen down the rabbit hole and this would not be the last time she would see it.

Five years had passed since that fateful day in the woods and in all that time no one believed her story. No one except her Great Uncle Canton. Living with her and Grandma Mary, Uncle Canton was there when Alison had ran out from the woods. Breathless and held in his arms, she had described what she saw and the older man remained silent. Staring at the tall trees, he had quietly put her down and left, following the direction she came from.

Uncle Canton had returned later that night, dispelling Grandma Mary's worry and went to his room. Alison followed soon after and found him staring out his window at the forest, a distant expression drawn across his weathered face. When she asked if he had found it, he shook his head. It wasn't his time yet. Uncle Canton then looked at her and sat down on his bed, thoughtfully scratching his beard.

"Do you want to hear a story, Alice?" he had asked and she nodded.

In the countless nights following he had told her stories of a man who travelled through time saving the world, never caring about himself, but only for the safety of others. The man was like the beginnings of a storm, quiet and mysterious, but always hinting at the power that has yet to be seen. His words were like fire, his rage like ice, and worlds trembled in fear of him. He protected anyone who cried for help and showed mercy to his enemies. Uncle Canton had travelled with him for a brief adventure back when he had worked with the President of the United States and the things he told her he said would never even scratch the surface.

"You can trust him, Alice." he would whisper to her after each story. "Whenever you're afraid, whenever you feel alone, you look to the stars and remember he is there...Watching us. The world will always be in danger, but as long as we have him we have our hope."

She saw it again in the cemetery during Uncle Canton's ceremony. Like always she had wandered off and was paying a visit to her parents. Alison had heard the strange wheezing breath from her past and looked up. There it stood, on a hill next to an autumn dressed tree. That was when she got her first real glance at him. A sad look, a ruffle of a jacket, and the retreating heel of a pair of tan loafers. Again no one said a word, but this time she did not run away. She stood and watched and promised on that day she would find him.

It would appear to her once more before it all began.

For five more years she spent her time researching him, finding the strange man in hundreds of history books. Every disaster, ever phenomenon, every plague he was there and he did not travel alone. Others were with him, companions traveling through time with him. He was everywhere and sometimes, sometimes his face would change, but she knew it was him. She could see it in his eyes, the years he had lived and a deep, aching sadness that never went away even when he smiled.

In the news she saw him, not in person, but in action. If an invasion were to hit Earth she did not fear it. Perhaps because a majority of invasions seemed to begin in England, but still she knew he was there to save them. When a wave of fire cleared the world of toxic gas from the cars she had stared up at the stars and smiled. She had watched a tenth of the world's population be destroyed and had remembered the words of a woman who had walked the earth when no one else could. Planets hung in the sky and the stars were briefly wiped out, strange angels lurked around corners, and people disappeared, but in the end Uncle Canton was right. In the end there was always hope.

A hospital had vanished the day Alison found it the third time during a trip to London. He was not there and the door was locked, but she didn't care. She had touched the place where her ten year old hand had first made contact. The humming breath grew stronger for just a moment, taking her breath away.

"Remember me?" she had asked. "I know you are there, protecting us. Thank you."

She had left when she heard running footsteps and vanished into a crowd of excited people. The hospital had returned and it was time for her to go home. It was time, as Grandma Mary told her, for Alison to start her life. An internship at a news press was waiting for her in Washington DC, one that would turn into a job. It was a steady, quiet job, something that would help pay for her college tuition, but it would end her research of the traveling man. Things were going to change and she was going to have to settle down. There was no choice in the matter. Her Grandma wanted her to move on.

Alison did move on, settling down in a corner apartment, making friends, and building her career. She moved on...at least on the outside, but deep down she never gave up on him. She still watched the stars and she never forgot the time traveller who saved the world in his blue box.