Nancy shivered as a light breeze drafted in through her open window. It had been boiling hot outside earlier. Nancy crossed from her desk and latched the window. She felt the chipped paint under her fingertips as she surveyed the grounds below her. She'd lived in her house for as long as she could remember, with her father, Carson Drew. Her mother had passed away when she was very young. The ground was strewn with leaves of red and gold. It wasn't fall just yet, but it was getting there. Nancy loved the fall. All of the warm colors, crisp evenings, and the hot chocolate. Her caretaker, Hannah Gruen, unarguably made the best hot chocolate.

Nancy blinked and crossed back to her desk. She had been drawing. Sketching had recently become a hobby of hers, since there hadn't been a case in a while. She picked up her pencils and made a couple of marks on the paper. It was a drawing of a blue police call box. It was a recurring image in all of her dreams. It amazed her, but it also frightened her. What did it mean?

After about an hour she set down her art supplies and looked back towards the window. It was getting dark. She checked her wristwatch. It was only six o'clock. She pursed her lips and picked up the drawing of the blue box. She took a thumbtack and stuck it to the wall next to her bed. She crossed back to the window again. She could see the very tip of the sunset over the vast expanse of trees that surrounded her town. Soon the sun vanished, and everything was dark.

Sighing, Nancy turned back towards her bedroom. However, a light visible in her peripheral vision made her turn back. A very small, bright, fluctuating light was coming from the forest. Intrigued, she unlatched her window and pushed it open. A strong gust of cold wind hit her full in the face. She closed the window again. Hurriedly, she turned back to her desk and grabbed a flashlight from one of the drawers, slipped on her shoes and a sweater. She tiptoed down the stairs into her living room. She didn't think her father would approve of her exploring the woods in the dark. At least, not while he could actually stop her. Fortunately Hannah was not in the kitchen. Nancy quietly opened and closed the back door. All was dark outside. She could hear crickets chirping all around. As soon as she stepped off of her concrete patio, the soles of her sneakers sank in the mud. It smelled strongly of grass and wood outside. Nancy switched on her flashlight. The beam of light directed her towards the woods. She couldn't see anything but trees. Nancy chewed her lower lip and ventured past the first row of trees.

The deeper she went into the woods, the thicker the foliage got, and the less moonlight there was. Soon the only light was her flashlight. That must have been a pretty bright light, if I could see it from my bedroom window, she thought. Unperturbed and still curious, Nancy ventured on. She was determined to find the source of the strange light she had seen earlier. Suddenly, everything went pitch black. Her flashlight had died. I knew I should have changed the batteries! she chided herself. Nancy banged the end of the flashlight against the palm of her hand. It flickered back to life, thankfully.

She realized that she had continued to walk although her flashlight had been out. She found herself in a small clearing. It seemed as if the moon was directly above this opening. As Nancy waved her beam around the clearing, she came across a spot of blue. It wasn't just a spot of blue, it was a whole patch of blue. She'd found a blue box. "That's odd," she murmured aloud. She crossed the clearing to the blue box. On the opposite side, she found, there was a door. Above the door was a sign, a sign that read "Police Public Call Box".

"No." Nancy's pulse quickened as she realized what she had stumbled upon. It was the blue box from her dreams, the one she had sketched. "But this can't be real, it's just not possible." Nancy reached out and felt the door. It was solid wood. She rapped her knuckles on the glass window. Suddenly the window panes lit up; someone had turned a light on inside the box. Startled, she stepped back and tripped on a tree root. She felt her head hit the trunk of a tree. From the ground she could see a light on top of the box. It was the fluctuating light she had spotted from her window. A groaning noise that sounded a bit like a stalled car started up. The last thing Nancy thought before passing out was, I'm dreaming.

When Nancy awoke, she was back in her bedroom and underneath her blankets. "So it was just a dream," she mumbled, rubbing her head. The back of her head was sore. It was almost like she had hit it on a tree trunk. Nancy groaned and rolled onto her back. She could only see faint outlines of the things in her room, thanks to the moonlight. A concentrated beam of light fell on the drawing of the blue box. She recalled her dream, the one where she had gone into the woods to find the mysterious box. Then she remembered that all her dreams were like that, in a way. She had always been searching for the blue box. When she found it, something always happened and she woke up in her room. "Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe this has been happening in real life." Nancy closed her eyes again and thought. Okay, so what if the blue box was real? Then where did it go after she passed out? And how did she end up back in bed every time? Questions began to fill Nancy's mind as the back of her head began to throb. She needed ice to put on it, or it would swell.

She slid out of bed and tiptoed down into the kitchen. She took an ice pack out of the freezer and pressed it to the back of her head. As she held it to her head, she leaned over the sink. Above the sink was a window into the backyard. She could see the moon high in the sky. It was almost full. It was probably around midnight, since Nancy had gone in the woods at about six. She turned her attention to the woods. The area around the trees was pitch black and she couldn't see a thing. When she was little her father would tell her scary stories about those woods so that she would stay in her bed at night. Now she wasn't scared of them. Nancy enjoyed the woods, especially at night.

All of a sudden a little pinprick of light came through the trees and towards the house. It was gone as soon as it had appeared. Nancy set the ice pack on the counter and moved her face closer to the window. She couldn't see anything moving among the trees, or in the yard. She gulped and as quietly as she could opened the back door and stepped outside. It was even colder now, but fortunately she still had her sweater on. Nancy took another step forward. There were no sounds around, not even a cricket's chirp. The only thing she could hear was the rapidness of her breath and the pounding of her heart.

"Hello?" she asked quietly. She didn't think anyone would answer her. "Who's there? You're on private property, you know."

There was no reply. But then, she could barely see it through the tree trunks, was the fluctuating light again. Nancy felt as if her stomach had dropped onto the ground. She wanted to go into the woods again, but her flashlight was upstairs. Going to retrieve it would take time, and by then the blue box might have been gone. Pressing her lips, she ran into the woods. She could hear twigs cracking like gunshots as she ran but she didn't care. She was determined to find out what was inside the blue box. Finally she reached the clearing in the woods. There it was, the blue box.

"Finally," she whispered. Nancy drew a breath and crossed the box. She reached out a hand and knocked sharply on the door. "If you're going to stick around in my woods, you might as well let me in," she demanded. No one answered. She huffed and knocked again. "I know someone is in there!" She waited a few minutes and still received no reply. "Ah well." As she turned to go she saw a shadow darting among the trees in the corner of her eye. She froze and turned towards the movement. No one was there now, but she knew that there had been.

"Hello!" she called out. "Is this your blue box? And you should answer me because this is private property and I could report you for trespassing." Nancy placed a hand on her hip. All was still and silent. She felt her eyelids getting very heavy. It was late, and she was tired. She let them slide shut. But, she sensed something coming towards her and very fast. Her eyes flew open. Before her stood a stone angel with a grotesque face and sharp teeth, reaching out to grab her. She let out a shrill scream. "Oh my God!" Nancy's eyes remained open in horror, but the stone angel did not move.

"Duck!" Nancy did not have time to think about who commanded this. She ducked. Fortunately, too, because at that exact moment the angel combusted. Nancy gasped in confusion and jumped back towards the blue box. She almost tripped but this time she caught herself. She didn't want to pass out at such a crucial moment. The voice spoke again from the shadows.

"Hallo."

"A stone angel just exploded, and you don't even introduce yourself?" she asked the voice. "And I wish you would show yourself, I hate talking to a tree."

A figure moved out from between the trees. He looked about forty years old, six feet tall, and dressed in dark clothing with a leather jacket. He was holding a large gun that looked like something from a science fiction movie. "I'm the Doctor. That was a Weeping Angel you just saw. These woods were infested with 'em, before I arrived. I'm surprised you've never been attacked before this."

"A Weeping Angel? The Doctor? You don't sound like someone I should trust." Nancy eyed him skeptically. Her eyes wandered toward the gun.

The man noticed that and lifted up the gun. "This? This is just a standard model blaster gun. Nothing special. Normally I don't approve of weapons, but this is the only solution for Weeping Angels. They're nothing but filthy scum." His expression became very dark, but he shrugged it off. "Yeah, I don't think many people trust me at first."

Nancy hummed and noted his accent. "You're not from around here, are you?"

"Nope. Not even close," he stated with a grin. "I'm from Gallifrey."

"Is that in Ireland?"

"Eh, sure, we'll go with that for now."

"So tell me, why were you lurking in these woods? And why have I been having dreams about that blue box?"

"Like I said, these woods were infested with Weeping Angels. I was here to get rid of them. And now that's done, so I can leave permanently. And you weren't having dreams. All those times you found me you ended up knocking yourself out. I felt bad about leaving you out here with the Weeping Angels so I took you back to your bedroom where it was safe." The man shrugged and put down his gun. He knelt down at the pile of crumbled stone the angel had left behind. He took out a device that looked like a screwdriver. When he pressed a button it lit up and made a noise.

"What is that?" Nancy asked, grimacing.

"A sonic screwdriver. I want to see what kinds of antimatter a Weeping Angel leaves behind after death."

"Oh." Nancy pursed her lips and watched him put the device away. He picked up his gun again and crossed to the blue box. He pushed open the door and disappeared inside. "Why are you going in there?" she asked him. "It's not like you can do anything in a blue box."

"You'd be surprised," he said, sticking his head out. "Why don't you come inside and have a look?"

"Alright," Nancy said after a moment of thought. "But it'll be a tight fit for two people."

She heard a laugh from within. It sounded very distant. She remembered that she still hadn't told him her name. "My name's Nancy, by the way," she said as she stepped inside. "Nancy Drew." Her mouth dropped open. The inside looked nothing like a blue box. It looked like an alien spaceship, with a control platform and strange pillar-like engine in the middle. All around were doors branching off into more rooms.

"Hallo, Nancy," he said happily. He bounced around the control board, pressing buttons and pulling things and twisting knobs. "This is the TARDIS. That stands for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space."

"TARDIS..." Nancy went over the acronym in her head. "Does that mean you can travel in space and time?"

The Doctor turned to look at her with a grin spread on his face. "Oh yes."