Let it be known I don't own Doctor Who.
It was dark and a fog descended on the empty street. Houses looked abandoned curtains and lights turned off, no life seeming to inhabit them. Trees loomed over the deserted road; dim lights followed the trees path on either side of the road. A young skinny boy with short messy black hair came into view. He trudged along deep in thought. You could barely see his face, covered up by a thick jacket blocking off the biting cold surrounding him. He wore a beanie as well pulled down right below his ears. Thick black boots, way too big for his feet, stamped onto the path and brown pants with a belt going around his waist seemed too short for him. All his cloths were essentially ruined.
He came daily along this path, wondering for his own enjoyment of the stillness and quietness of the place. A short walk was all you needed to clear your head.
Today though, was a day he will never forget.
For standing in the middle of the road was a blue box. It reminded him of those red telephone boxes, except…well…blue.
He walked slowly up to the mysterious blue box, peering carefully at it. It was strange, he thought, to have such a thing in the middle of the street…Why would it be there?
He looked widely around the empty street to find no signs of anybody else. Who would put a blue box here? Really he couldn't think of a reason.
He was so close to it now, he could see all the minor details. It looked fairly bright in the dim light, the word 'POLICE BOX' stood bold and expressive at the top. Other writing appeared in signs in faint blue square outlines. He stroked his hand across the hard wood, feeling the tiny cracks that weaved their way through it. His hand still attached he wondered around taking in the pillars at each corner every window there was, the blue squares merging into the sides. It was…different.
He stopped at the two doors on one side of the box. A bronze lock attached to one door, a handle on each. He reached out his hand stroking gently on the handle. He jumped back in surprise as the door slowly opened, a loud creak enveloping the night air. He peered inside and saw the most impossible thing ever.
It was huge, and seemed to cast a holy light onto him as his eyes grew ever so wide. What he saw inside he couldn't believe could be real. He ran around the box, stepping back to get a clear view. Nothing had changed; it was still a blue box. But then how…?
Stepping back inside, he couldn't look away, he felt instantly attached to whatever it was.
Gold and yellow colours seemed to spring back at him, making him feel dizzy from the effect. He was so distracted he didn't notice the door silently close behind him. Nor did he hear the faint noise that ghostly seeped into the night air, merging in with the fog. As the TARDIS gently took off…
The TARDIS always sets out to impress.
And even after her thief is gone, she will continue traveling. Choosing only those mad enough to join.
…Why else would she be unlocked?
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