The Beginning

by Carlyndra

But that night, when I heard the sound of the TARDIS, I ran toward it.

I've heard TARDIS sounds before. Passing-by planes or trains, chairs being dragged across the floor… Every day sounds that my mind recognizes as the sound of the TARDIS engine. I was used to it.

But that night, when I heard the sound, I ran toward it. It wasn't because I actually believed it was the TARDIS, but because I needed it to be.

I wasn't expecting anything. Imagine my surprise when I turned into that alleyway and saw a blue box.

I didn't think. I didn't need to. I ran as fast as I had ever run. When I found the door to be locked I started pounding, crying, begging. I needed this. It had to be real. It had to be him.

After several minutes of banging on the door, I slid to the ground, sobbing, my hands scraped and bleeding from the wood of the door.

Then I heard the door opened. I looked up. It was him.

I took his hand and I never looked back.