Wrong Story
"Man, I cannot wait to try the processed meat!" Eli exclaimed as he, Chloe and Matt walked to the mess hall upon the Destiny.
"Well, just so long as it's not a solid disappointment, unlike the tomatoes, the potatoes..."
"Oh, don't forget the strawberries!" Chloe added with a smirk. They all shuddered with the memory of the failed strawberry batch.
They turned the corner and the open doorway of the mess hall was seen. Those already inside were sitting around and talking in a manner that could almost be described as cheerful. Almost.
Just as the trio was about to step into the mess hall, a strange, rhythmical grinding noise filled the air.
Everyone fell silent, looking around to try and see what was making the noise. The military personnel in the mess hall stood up, grabbing their guns and looking around, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from and if it was good or bad.
The grinding noise fell off just as a blue-teal old-style British police public-call box appeared in the middle of the mess hall.
Everyone stared at it.
The door of the police public-call box opened and a man peeked his head out.
"Oops! Sorry, wrong story!" He exclaimed before retreating back into the box. It vanished in the same way it had appeared.
"Wait!" Eli exclaimed, but he was too late. The strange man in his police public-call box was gone already.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Eli screamed, falling to his knees in despair. He stood up and started to pace around in a circle. "I don't buy it! It's not fair!" He protested.
"Um... Eli?" Chloe started, reaching towards the geek.
"Forget about him, Chloe." Greer sighed, leaning back in his seat and gnawing on a chunk of what could pass for meat. "You gotta try some of this stuff!"
"Okay!" Chloe skipped off, leaving the still-pacing Eli.
"How could he...?" Eli sobbed. "Why couldn't I...?"
End