A/N: 28th Dec Prompt from V Tsuion: Someone is transported to another dimension or another universe.
Secrets too
A figure staggered slowly, singing carols,
Inspired by Christmas spirit, and cheap beer.
A nondescript, unoccupied small alley...
His home, he hoped haphazardly, was somewhere fairly near.
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Ahead, a wheezing sound; soft eerie bellows,
The like of which he'd never heard before.
He stumbled forward, lights lit up the alley,
Approached a quiet square, and, blinking several times, he saw...
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A blue and ghostly wraith become more solid,
The words, "POLICE BOX" written white and bold.
Rectangular, complete with door and windows;
Coarse tremors shook his body, not entirely due to cold.
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He watched, with somewhat dazed anticipation,
A slit of light illuminate the snow.
The apparition's door begin to open;
A glimpse of strange machinery, an odd unearthly glow.
~0~
And then, a snatch of cheerful, utter nonsense;
A reference to " a planet saved from doom"
And "the Daleks never really knew what hit them!"
In tones not out of place for parlour tea or drawing room.
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A girl, quite oddly dressed and young and pretty,
A man with leather coat and wicked grin,
A spry and somewhat older, shawl wrapped lady,
Stepped out, although there clearly wasn't room for three within.
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They acted like old friends who did this often,
A date for more adventures was arranged.
The older lady held a wicker basket,
Whilst recipes for plum and rhubarb crumble were exchanged.
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At last, they bid farewell; companions parted,
The younger girl and man stepped back inside.
The older lady waved, stood back quite deftly,
As though she'd just dismounted from a simple carriage ride.
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And then, that eerie sound of wheezing bellows,
The solid box lost substance, form and shape,
And disappeared, just frost and airy nothing
Remained; the watcher stared in utter silence, mouth agape.
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The lady passed him by, and sniffed quite loudly,
Her views were clear regarding demon drink.
She turned away, then back; the briefest second.
He surely just imagined a mischievous, playful wink...
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He caught his breath, and leaned against a lamp post,
And tried to clear his drink befuddled brain.
He thought he hadn't overdone imbibing;
But at that moment vowed he'd never touch a drop again...
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The lady smiled, and wrapped her shawl more tightly,
And crossed iced cobblestones on nimble feet.
She timed them well, her brief, and wild adventures;
Her tenants quite oblivious, back home in Baker Street...
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A/N 2: this is a continuation of "Secrets" chapter 27 of "Rogues and Robins"