When I awoke, I was lying on a bench in the middle of suburbian London. There were "Vote 1 Saxon" posters everywhere and I inferenced that it was voting month in London.
There was a big television in the town center area I walked to. I was surprised to see a couple of meters away the 10th regeneration of the Doctor and Martha Jones looking up at the television screen. Up on the screen was the man himself, Harold Saxon. In Doctor Who, Harold Saxon was the Master. But the Master didn't have his normal face... He had the face of Arthur!
I followed all the street signs I could so I could get to London's government house. I knew I would find Arthur there. When I finally got there, I checked the progress of my hourglass' sand. It was almost a quarter of the way through.
Suddenly, I saw Harold Saxon, I mean Arthur, exit a black Government limo. He rushed into the building, but I could not see his face because there was a huge crowd of papparazi swamping the outside of the building. Probably for some weird climate change tax story. I ran through the bushes that counted as the 'garden' that lined the building all the way to the back. When I got to the back door, Arthur was outside eating a salad sandwich. I noticed that there were bean sprouts and other green lettuce specimens hanging out of the edges of his mouth while he chewed. From my hiding place behind a wall just around the corner from where Arthur was, I giggled. I had obviously giggled loudly because Arthur looked left and right and then headed towards where I was. I hid my head out of sight and tried to make sure I didn't sneeze from all of the petunias that were in the back courtyard area. Of course, my nose being my nose, it is quite rebellious. From a young age I have, unknown to the rest of the extractors, been allergic to certain varieties of petunias. I keep a record of when and where I have my reactions in my personal diary. Nobody apart from my family and my high school boyfriend have read this diary. Then it happened, the biggest sneeze my nose has ever created exploded out of my nose and onto the wall in front of me. Only a deaf person standing a mile away would have not been able to hear my sneeze. Arthur turned his head, dropped his sandwich and started to run after me. I ran as fast as I could. I ran around the corner only to find an unfamiliar staircase there. It then hit me like a gunshot in the head but I thought I would address it later, once I was at the 'top'. I stopped for a moment, just to catch my breath and then, after hearing Arthur's thumping footsteps, began the ascent to the so called top of the staircase. The staircase was surrounded by four square walls that were a deep red. On the walls were famous paintings by Monet, Leonardo Da Vinci (but on the label it said DiCaprio instead of Da Vinci) and Salvador Dali. Arthur's noisy feet were starting to catch up when I reached the top. Great, Arthur's favorite paradox has an end! This can only mean that he expects me to stop... Oh well! Let's take the plunge as a kick to a higher level. Here goes nothing...