"Here we go. Helloooooo, Nor--
No hang on.
This is all wrong. NO.
No, No, No."
He paced around the police box, shaking his finger as though he were scolding a child.
"Right time. You've brought me to the right time... But the WRONG PLACE." He shouted the last two words into the still-open door of the police box.
He continued frustratedly pacing the concrete floor as he mumbled about how "you always do this" and "I should have stolen a different one."
The door shut violently as if someone had slammed it.
"Come on, now," he shouted at the box. "You can't lock me out forever!! Is it too much to ask that we go where we're SUPPOSED to be?!"
The man kicked a rock and watched it roll before he realized that it had been holding down a piece of paper. He knelt down and picked up what appeared to be a letter.
"This wasn't how I imagined my life - or my death for that matter..."
That is never how one wants to see a letter begin. And in his hundreds and hundreds of years of life, this man had seen his fair share of letters just like this one. And every single one froze him from the inside out. The chill began at his stomach and crept its way up his esophagus until his vocal cords were ice and his tongue froze solid. It's hard to say how many screams had clawed their way past those frostbitten lips. Too many to count. Too many to want to count. So many friends and enemies lost and now long forgotten by their worlds. But not by him. Never by him.
His eyes finally rested on the last five words of the letter.
"... All my love, Ariana Vargas."
A tear slipped down his face as a heavy weight settled on his shoulders. He felt the burden of those gone and taken in a battle they had no choice in fighting. As he lifted his eyes, he noticed a figure on the wall, outlined by the moonlight. He spied the shaking shoulders and the quivering body. He recognized the familiar slump of heavy shoulders that carry a weight far heavier than they were intended to bear. But she didn't notice him.
In fact, she'd been so consumed by her own whirlwind of thoughts that she hadn't even realized she wasn't alone anymore. She hadn't heard the clunk as the police box materialized and landed uncerimoniously on the concrete. She hadn't been distracted by the man's cries of frustration when the police box was locked from the inside. Even the lack of sound after the sudden uproar hadn't been enough to jarr her back into reality. It wasn't until she heard her name that it all came crashing back into real time.