"I thought phone boxes were supposed to be red." I said, staring at the blue box. "Erm, how exactly is this a TARDIS? The one in my dream looked nothing like this."

We were all already soaked with Seattle rain. A cold gust of wind blew by, and I involuntarily shivered. I felt bad for Amy, she was wearing just a sweater and a skirt with tights.

"Yes, well, my TARDIS took the form of a police box, which were very popular in the 1960s. Not in America though." He was fishing in his coat pocket. "Pockets are bigger on the inside.. can't seem to find my key.. oh! Here." He took out a key and held it up, smiling.

The Doctor spinned around and unlocked the door of the police box and opened it wide. "And here she is, my TARDIS."

"A bit small, isn't it?" I said, walking towards the door. The Doctor chuckled. "Well, go have a look for yourself."

I took a deep breath and stepped through the door of the police box.

"Wha- What? It's-" I gasped, spinning around trying to take it all in. "Not small at all, is it?" I squeaked. I needed to sit down. I leaned against the railing beside me, my head pounding. This wasn't real. My dreams, they were fantasies. Nothing else.

I took another deep breath and opened my eyes. Around me, was, well, an alien ship. The floors were glass and metal, with staircases leading into different direction both up and down. From where I was I could see two different tunnels, hallways, leading who knows where. In the center there was a huge structure, with countless amounts of buttons, knobs, and screens.

It looked so similar to the TARDIS in my dreams.

My head felt like it was about to explode. This had to be another one of my dreams.

"What do you think?" The Doctor asked, smiling at me, but his eyes were concerned. Amy and Rory were making their way up the steps as I still stood there, dazed.

The Doctor's voice sounded miles away from me as dreams started to flood back to me. Traveling to planet Genoil on a vacation with someone I couldn't name, who felt like family, relaxing on a beach-like coast of sorts, but the sand was like memory foam and the water was ice, though the sun was hot. Protecting the defenseless planet Metraligor, the original planet of Bees, from the Abzorbaloff, aliens that absorb living things into its body by touch. Destroying entire species, running away. Back to my TARDIS.

"Lia!" I heard The Doctor shout, he was grabbing onto my shoulders and shaking me. I blinked, snapping out of my trance. He stared at me, frightened.
I stared back at his frightened face, unable to form words. "My- My dreams." I managed to stutter.

"Are not dreams." The Doctor told me, looking at me with almost pity. "They're memories."

I could hear Amy and Rory intake breath at the same moment I did. As The Doctor's words began to sink in, I started to panic. These people, they were crazy. Insane. People did not go to different planets, they did not travel in space ships, and they did not time travel. And if they did, they would not forget about it all.

But then again, it's the only explanation. After all, how do you explain a box that's bigger on the inside? And the dreams that feel so real? My head whispered to me. I pushed the thought aside.

"You guys are mental!" I shouted, and pushed my way out of The Doctor's grasp, making my way toward the door. The Doctor blocked my path.

"Lia, this is the truth! You are a Time Lord, or should I say, were one." The Doctor said.

"There's no such thing!" I said anxiously. "Even if there were, I wouldn't want to be one."

The Doctor looked hurt at the comment, but he quickly recovered. "Let me show you this is real. A few minutes, that's all I'm asking." His hands were clasped together, and he was shaking them, begging.

I hesitated, my head telling me to leave, but my gut telling me to stay.

"And how would you do that?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Well," He said, more relaxed now that I wasn't going to run out the door. "All of time and space, where would you like to go first?" I heard Amy snort, and I gave her a questioning look, but she just shook her head.

"Surprise me." I said, my voice coated with suspicion. I was putting my life in the hands of a mad man with a box.