Screams and yells echoed off the broken walls of once beautiful city. Men and women ran frantically in an attempt to escape their attackers. A woman ran thru with the crowd with a familiar man leading the way.
"We're almost there!" The he shouted to her as they neared a big blue telephone box that had saved them so many times before.
He managed to sprint into the box and turn around just in time to see a small body hit the hard ground. Red hair covered her face, but he knew it was her.
A tear rolled down his face as he turned sadly and slammed the door shut. The inside as much bigger than it appeared from the outside. He walked to the center of the machine and cried silently to himself. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.
I shot up out of bed, my face drenched with sweat. I was relieved to find that I was in my own bed.
"Having bad dreams again?" My best friend in the whole world, Rose Tyler, asked me.
"Hey Rose." I yawned. "Just the usual." She sighed and I shrugged. My TV was on and I assumed she had been here a while. The news was on.
"An explosion went off in a London mall this morning. Only one body was found at the scene. Police are still unsure why or who did this." The reporter stated. I stared at the TV before looking at Rose. "My job!" I wailed as Rose sighed again.
"Who the hell blew up my job!" I had just woken up from a nightmare, only to land into another