(James' POV)

In a way I'm glad that Sam could be so persuasive sometimes. Otherwise I would only have her account of the day's events and not my own perspective.

I watched as something began to materialize in front of us. Curious creature that she was, Sam went to walk forwards a step when her foot collided with something solid. Her faint complaint of pain had me looking down at her in concern. She looked up at me, as if she had guessed what I was thinking.

"I'm fine, James."

She seemed to realize that I still had my arm around her shoulders, and quickly stepped away. The awkwardness of the movement surprised me just a little, though Sam did have a tendency to be as clumsy as she was graceful. Then I recalled the moment in the hall earlier, when she delivered the note from her Profesoer.

'Not so much a moment as an accident.' A voice in my head whispered, and I promptly told it to be quiet. The sound of Sam's voice snapped me out of having an argument with my conscience.

Oh, I was so blind. Truth be told, so was she, but... It's weird, rereading what my 17 year old self had to say about that strange day in March.

"It's solid," Sam stated, pressing her palm flat against the... box, if that's what it was. "But... It appeared out of thin air."

She took a couple of steps backwards, and I watched her disappear around the corner of the blue box. I couldn't tell what she was doing, and didn't particularly want to know.

...and I admit now that I was too nervous to go and check.

There was a faint squeaking sound, like that of hinges, and Sam shrieked. It was shrill and slightly deafening, but thankfully short. Anything that could scare Sam like that was generally never good, but I pushed away my nerves and decided to walk around the box to see if she needed help. Before I could take more than two steps in her direction, someone spoke.

"Hello." The voice was low and pleasant, and unmistakably male. It had a certain accent to it, but I couldn't tell what it was from that one word. I stepped quietly around the corner of the big blue box, only to find Sam face to face with a strange man.

(Sam's POV)

The doors of the box opened inwards, and I got a brief glance at the interior before someone got in my line of sight. They stepped forward suddenly enough to make me jump, and I was unable to prevent the shriek that forced its way out of my throat. The man seemed not to hear this; he merely looked around the street as if he was trying to gauge where he was. Then his gaze fell on me, and he smiled.

Oh, you brilliant man.

"Hello," he said. His voice was low but pleasant, and accented. "You don't happen to know the date, by any chance?" Was that a northern accent? His eyes flicked to James, who had stepped out from behind the box.

"It's the 15th March, 2009." James answered.

"2009!" A blonde girl, maybe a few years older than James and myself, pushed her way out of the box. She stared up at the man, irritation plain on her young face. "Doctor, that's four years in the future. Four." Future? Doctor? What on earth was she talking about?

Maybe 'on earth' was a bit... inaccurate.