Hi! This is my first work of Fan fiction, and I know the story is not that great, but I hope it'll run for a while! Reviews are welcome, and I hope you all enjoy! If stories can be as long as we please, then this chapter may be pretty long. Please stay with the story and read it all the way! Sorry it may be boring at parts.

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Gwen sat up suddenly in bed, her eyes flying open. She was gasping and sweating as if she had just run a mile. Her eyes realized how bright it was and she cringed, the sudden light so different from the cool darkness under her bed covers. She'd had the dream again. The same dream she had been having for at least a month now. The same blue box. The same man in a bow tie. The same everything as all the dreams before. Gwen wished that the images would just…go away.

Gwendolyn Francis Pond (she had always hated her whole name) had grown up listening to stories of heroes and aliens. These stories were always said to be true, and that was what had made Gwen always curious about them. Other children had always been terrified of the dreaded Daleks and Sonotarens, who would destroy everything in their path to power. But then there was always a hero, to come and save the day.

A man with a bow tie. A blue box.

Gwen had always thought that these were the highlights of the stories. The mysterious man who was always, somehow, associated with a blue box would always hold her interest the longest. It was her favorite part of every tale told to her.

But now, despite the fact that she was much older now and had long since believed in these stories, Gwendolyn was frightened. Why was this man appearing in her dreams? Why did he always seem to be lost, calling out for help, and seeming so desperately helpless and weak that it made Gwen feel terribly sorry for him? The dream was making her feel more and more uneasy as she had them more and more. Every time she woke up, she felt scared to death! Gwen wanted to help him, help the man in the bow tie get back to his blue box, which seemed to place itself in the middle of her mind, her dreams circulating slowly around it.

These dreams were driven strait out of her head, however, as Gwen took a look at her alarm clock on her bedside table.

"Nine o'clock?" she thought. "I'll be late for work…as usual."

Gwendolyn hurried into her bathroom, on the other side of her room. She forgot the man with a bow tie for the time being. In her mirror, which had many cracks running across it, she surveyed herself and started to brush her long ginger hair.

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"Pond," The chief said. "You get Upper Main today."

"Very well, sir!" Gwen replied and walked from the line of her fellow officers who stood in the police station. She had her handgun, radio, flashlight, and handcuffs all clipped into her belt, ready to grab at any time. She hurried out the door of the station.

Upper Main. That was only a few blocks away. She would walk there, no need for a cop car. Upper Main was a peaceful part of town, only a few rundown places scattered around. There wasn't a lot of trouble around there. Gwen thought it would be a nice, quiet day.

Gwendolyn was a high-ranking local policewoman. The other women officers were always jealous, especially since most of the men on the force gave her all their attention. The boys all loved the ginger girl who played hard-to-get, but lately, Gwen had been pushing them away. She seemed to have her mind on something, something that made her more quiet and thoughtful than usual while she was out on duty. They all assumed it was another man. So they all laid off. It was another man, but all the policemen would have never thought this was a man from a storybook who wore a bow tie and had a blue box.

Gwen arrived at Upper Main in about 15 minutes, immediately walking to the subsection of the area where the most rundown buildings were, and where the most criminals would be-if there even were any at all.

She immediately came to a red brick apartment complex, with a sign that read:

WARNING:

NO TRESPASSING

-nailed to the door, which had been boarded up. There were weeds pushing up all along the ground, which was mostly loose tan dirt that looked as though it hadn't been touched for a long time. The bricks that made up the complex were broken and worn, with most of the windows that were not boarded up being broken and cracked. the shingles on the roof were bent or broken, some littering the edge of the ground by the bottom of he complex. There was an alley running along the right side of the building, with a door in it that led into the rear of the structure. Gwen walked past the alley, not paying it much interest..

But something caught her eye.

She stepped back into view of the alley. The side door was swinging open! Gwen remembered reading the reports about this complex. It seemed to be prone to break-ins and gangsters usually hung out there. That was why all entrances had been boarded up. Gwen glanced downwards. There were wooden planks on the floor of the alley, right at the foot of the door.

One of the boards had smears of blood on it. Fresh blood.

Was there a murderer in there right now, using the complex as a hideout? Gwen quickly took out her gun as her heart skipped a few beats. If she found any criminals or thugs inside, and she hoped she didn't, she would certainly be ready. As she approached, Gwen noticed that there were no footprints in the loose dirt except her own that followed her to where she stood. She continued down the alley.

As Gwen drew level with the door, it blew open from a rush of wind, as if welcoming her. She carefully stepped inside. The reason the apartments had been shut down was because the floorboards were unsafe, and several people had died by walking onto unsafe boards and falling through. It was said to be terribly unsafe, so Gwen watched where she stepped.

She found herself in a dimly lit hall, very narrow. The light was coming from a window on the far side of the hallway, some of the planks having been ripped off, the light making specks of dust visible as they floated in the air. The air had a very dirty, musty smell, but Gwen tried not to focus on it too much and continue forward. There were two white, chipped staircases to the right of the windows, one going upward, the other going down. They were the only ways out of the hall. Gwen walked down the hall focusing on not falling through the floor, but when she reached the end of the stretch, she was faced with a dilemma; up or down? Which way had the intruder gone?

Gwen was about to carefully climb down the second set of stairs, when she heard a movement directly above her. Her eyes widened as, through the ceiling, she heard a dull *Thud* and then some mild scuffling, followed by silence.

She froze, listening for more. When no sounds followed, she held her gun up in front of her, just like the chief had taught her to so long ago, and slowly made her way up the stairs. Gwen's heart jumped at each step's creak as she made her way up them.

At the top, Gwendolyn was faced with yet another narrow hallway, yet this one was slightly dimmer than the hall below. The dirty, musty smell seemed less up here, and Gwen couldn't see as many specks of dust in the air because there were only a few small parts of boards ripped from the windows. There were several white doors where the stairs came out, and two more were on the left wall, spread out from each other At the far end of the hallway, past several apartment doors, Gwen could faintly make out a radiator.

But there was something else. Close to the radiator, there was a lump. As Gwen moved closer and her eyes adjusted to the light, she could make out what the lump was. She let out a little gasp.

There was a…body next to the radiator. A tall, gangly man with raggedy clothing and a quirky hairdo. He was unconscious, by the look of it, and hand-cuffed to the radiator. Gwen saw that there was blood dripping freely down his head, from an unseen wound hidden by his hair.

Gwen noticed one more thing.

The man was wearing a bowtie.