Chapter 2
Immediately assuming it was her father, Grace pushed past the man and slammed the police box's doors shut behind her. Her breath stopped in her throat. Inside the tiny police box was an enormous room, with corridors leading off in many different directions. She hung on to the door handle, simultaneously admiring the room and listening for her father's voice outside. The room looked like a control panel or something. There were buttons and levers and monitors everywhere. Grace could barely tear her eyes away, and only did when she heard the man from the box exclaim "You again?!" from outside. There was a green light that shone through the glass windows, then buzzing noises. She poked her head out, then stepped out and closed the door behind her. There was a figure on the ground, but it wasn't the box man. The box man was leaning over the figure, seemingly probing it with some sort of green flashlight.
Grace moved closer and saw the thing on the ground. It looked like a humanoid robot, with angular body parts and a rectangular bar above its head.
"What is that thing? What have you done to it? Is it dead? What's that little light? And why is your box bigger on-"
"God you're curious, considering you just met me in an alley two minutes ago. An ordinary person would be running by now. "
"Well maybe I'm not ordinary. Please explain everything that's just happened."
"Well, that is a cyberman. It's a cyborg. It's not dead, just stunned. This is a sonic screwdriver, and it is what I used to stun it. And that-" The man paused, pointing to the police box "Is a TARDIS. It stands for Time and Relative Space and Time. Basically, It can take you anywhere in time and space you want to go. Now, I have several questions for you. Who are you, what are you doing here, and why on earth are you out so late? You seem… young."
Grace took offense for some reason.
"Why should you care?" She asked, backing away from him slightly.
"Well, just wondering. I just answered all of your questions." He said, grinning at her. He seemed to enjoy their conversation.
"Fine. My name is Grace Nova Martin, I'm 17, but I look younger. And I'm here because I ran away. I got punched for sneaking out to look at the stars."
"Well that's fantastic!"
"Excuse me?"
"Well you're a runaway, and you like stars. Ever want to travel to them?"
"To the stars? Of course! Who doesn't?"
"Come with me, and you'll see the stars and so much more."
"One last question… what are you? Who are you?"
"I'm a 900 year old alien with two hearts with two hearts."
"Yes, but what's your name. I'll go with you if you just tell me."
"I'm the doctor."
"Doctor… who?"