The inside is, in a word, impossible; it was absolutely illogical! The Police Box is- to put it simply- bigger on the inside! I duck my head back out and see the same old, small box. Still gawking at the physical impossibilities, I look back inside and see a room bigger than most rooms in my house.
There are four stair cases leading to various places; I don't know exactly where yet but I to find out soon. In the center, the very heart of the room is a column of bluish light that is surrounded by a table thing with tons of buttons, flashing lights, and a circle thing on the bottom, and at the top are circular bands with what seems like an alien language on it. Across from those is something that looks like an electronics switch board with a chair next to it. In a state of absolute awe, I move towards the column.
"Impressive, right?" a voice says from behind me. I jump, startled and turn around, and see the man with the floppy hair and bowtie from my dream standing on one of the stairwells. The smile on his face is like a kid's on Christmas morning, his eyes are lit up with a mixture of glee, pride, and amusement, and overall he seems happy. Before I can quit gawking and respond to his question, he continues talking in his bouncy, distinctly British accent.
"I know," he sang with an almost impish grin on his face. He moves towards the column of blue light, and walks around it and towards me with a spring in his gait.
"Right," he says with a clap of his hands, "Box appears from the sky, man appears in the box, man is possibly an alien, and look at you! Just standing there! Brilliant! Now I bet you have some questions June, I am right? Of course I am. Honestly, ask away."
He stands there waiting expectantly for me to speak up, but I'm still shocked he knows my name. He always did in the dream, yet it is still startling to hear it. For a moment I am too stunned to speak. I snap out of it when a look of concern passes his face. For some reason, I don't want to worry him.
"You are the Doctor, right?" my voice comes out small and timid; his face softens at that.
"Yes, I am the Doctor. This is my ship the TARDIS, or, Time And Relative Dimension In Space. This is the consol room; the consol being that big column over there. I believe you two have met?"
"Yes," I nod, "It's bigger on the inside." I say with the disbelief evident in my voice. The Doctor smiles again.
"I know." He intones with the same excitement as before.
"If you don't mind my asking Doctor," I say with a little more confidence, "Why am I here? What do you want with me…and why have you been in my dreams?"
"Well," the Doctor responds, "First you have to understand that time is all bumpy, wumpy. There's loads of boring stuff. Like Sundays and Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons. But now and then there are Saturdays."
"So this is a Saturday?" I ask. The Doctor smiles and his eyes light up.
"Yes, and a great one at that. The dreams were the TARDIS's doing. Some-"
"Wait, what? Your ship is actually alive! That's so awesome!"
"I know," he beams. I can't help but smile back at him.
"So let's get started shall we? Stars to see, planets to save-"he starts as I interrupt him.
"Doctor? You still haven't answered my other question. Why am I here, why me?"
The Doctor glances at me so fast that if I wasn't looking, I would have missed it. In that one look, I saw the same sadness he had in my dream.
"The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes—very rarely—impossible things just happen and we call them miracles," he answered solemnly, "I can't fully explain, it's a fixed point in time, but one day June, I promise you will know why I chose you."
"Alright Doctor. Just one more question. Where are we going?"
The Doctor lit up again and bounded over to me. With a wide smile that stretched to his eyes, he grabs my hand and leads me to the TARDIS controls.
"All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; ever star that ever was. Where do you want to start?"