The forest couldn't exactly be called a bog, but it was pretty damn close. Cathy's feet sunk into the squelching mud with every step she took. She tugged hard on her boot each time it got stuck, muttering curses under her breath. Most of which were directed at her sister, and occasionally her mother.

Now that Cathy had finally given it some thought, she hadn't really planned on where she was going. Only that she needed out of that tent before her sister needed a nose job. The first option was, by far, cheaper.

Cathy scowled at the thought of Fiona. Her sister always had to have a finger in all the pies, and her annoyingly perfect nose in everybody else's business. Sure, they had the same thin, straight nose, but Fiona somehow managed to make it look better.

While Fiona had a petite, full figure, Cathy was alarmingly tall and gangly. She supposed she was just one of those people. It was something to do with her metabolism, right? But that didn't mean she didn't hate it, and so did her mother. Dressing your roughly six foot, lanky daughter in dresses and heels was surprising difficult.

It was the hair, as well. Fiona had natural golden brown curls that seemed to fall into a prefect frame for her face. On the other hand, Cathy had annoyingly thick hair that had been responsible for the deaths of more than a few combs. By this point, she'd given up with brushing and mostly just braided it or put up. Her hair was once the same shade of brown, but she'd dyed it so many times in her teenage years that it was stuck in a perpetual dark auburn shade, while her roots still managed to hold onto most of the bright red colour from her previous dying escapade.

And then there were Cathy's freckles. The bloody, effing, freckles.

However, Cathy could relate to her younger sister, somewhat. She remembered being that age and wanting nothing more than to do and see everything imaginable. That was all behind her now though. Cathy was no longer a teenager, she had learnt to grow up. Or at least appear as if she had.

She could always remember when she was a child, thinking that one day something big was going to happen. Something that would change her life forever. As a child she'd dreamt of stars and had fantasies of travelling to the very ends of the universe, but was soon shot down by her family and told that none of it was possible.

The sky still looked bleak, and the air felt damp.

"You better not rain, I swear to God if you do…" Cathy pleaded (Read: threatened) with the sky. She was already pretty far away from the tent. And as dramatic as running through the rain looked, she didn't fancy giving it a go. Drowned rat wasn't really her look.

It also looked much darker than when she'd left. How far had she walked? How long had she been out there? With a quick flick of her wrist, Cathy checked her watch. It was a gift from her mother and probably one of the more expensive items that she owned. The time read roughly eight o'clock.

"Yup, I think now is about time to be heading back," She decided, stretching out a few of the words and popping the P.

Turning around, Cathy soon realised that there really wasn't much of a difference between the direction she was previously facing, and where she was now. Maybe it's just a forest thing, she thought, they just like to try and confuse you.

"Well guess what, forest? I'm not falling for your tricks," Cathy decided. "Also, I need to pee and I'm sure as hell not going in a bush."

That was her decision made, and Cathy once again began to trudge through the mud.

Of course, the sky would choose that moment to finally burst. Cathy did the one and only thing she could think of, and that was blame her sister.

8:17pm

The clock just seemed to laugh at Cathy. As did the trees and everything else in that God dammed forest.

She was lost. Hopelessly so. Not that she was ready to admit it just yet. It would probably take another 15 minutes to get her to do that.

Walking was proving even more difficult with the added rainfall. With every step, Cathy was in danger of losing a boot. Her vocabulary had expanded and become considerably more colourful than before. She didn't care. It's not like anyone was around to see or hear her turning the air fifty shades of blue.

At least the trees managed to provide some cover from the rain, no matter how measly, and Cathy was grateful for that. Her jacket didn't have a hood, and the thick cloth of her hoodie would only become soaked through. Now that she thought about it, that kind of defeated the purpose of a hood. The blue and white striped fabric had already darkened considerably from the added moisture. On the bright side, her jacket was waterproof and pretty warm, so it's not like she would freeze to death out there. Although, she hadn't quite ruled out the possibility of drowning.

8:29pm

"Fan-bloody-tastic…" Cathy seethed through gritted teeth.

At risk of stating the obvious, she was still lost. And as to whether she thought she was any closer to the tent, well, it all depended on whether Cathy was feeling like and optimist or a pessimist that day.

Looking up, Cathy took another good look at her surroundings.

Tree, tree, log, mud, more mud, another bloody tree, blue thing, moss, le-

"Blue?" Cathy questioned aloud, furrowing her brow.

As far as she knew, nothing was naturally blue, meaning what she saw must be man-made. In other words, there were people out there. Whether it was her family or not, she didn't know, nor did she care. She still needed to pee, and people usually meant a bathroom.

That settled it. Cathy knew where she was going now and she immediately set off towards the blue.

A box.

It was a bloody blue box.

It was a bloody blue police box.

It was a bloody blue police box, in the middle of the woods, and it was smoking.

Maybe there was a policeman inside and he just had a certain inclination towards smoking a pipe, Cathy reasoned rather unconvincingly.

"Unfortunately, beggars can't be choosers," Cathy sighed, "And as much as I hate being the beggar, I don't have a choice."

Edging a little closer, Cathy inspected the sign on the door. Pull to open, okay, seems reasonable enough, she thought., maybe I should knock first, just in case…

After knocking roughly four times on the wooden doors, there was no answer.

"Odd… Right then, I'm just taking this all as a 'just make sure to close the door behind you' sort of invite…"

Unfortunately, tugging on the doors as instructed seemed to do bugger all. By this point, Cathy was getting frustrated again. Okay, maybe she should take up those anger management classes like her mother keeps suggesting.

Maybe it's just locked, the calmer, more logical part of Cathy's mind offered. Or maybe the sign's just lying, called the more creative, slightly insane part of her brain.

She still has no idea why she listened to the latter thought. But when she pressed her hand flat against the blue door, something just felt right.

As she put more weight on her hand, she felt the door shift just a tiny bit. Soon enough, Cathy had practically pushed her whole body weight onto the door. It had only nudged a centimetre, if that.

Fine, she thought, one more go and then I'm leaving for good.

Pulling back, Cathy steadied herself before finally throwing all of her weight onto the door. At least, she would have done if the door was still closed. Instead, her face came into contact with a not-so-lovely floor.

"Oh, hello there! What are you doing with your face pressed into the ground? That can't be very comfortable. At least, based on my personally experiences it's not. You might beg to differ though and- Oh! I love your wellies! Green and orange, very cool. Do you mind getting up though? Not very good for first impressions."

Forget the anger management. Cathy would much rather just punch this asshat standing over her.

So... Please don't hurt me...?

I know I took ages to update this one, and I apologise. I started writing and Avengers fanfic and my mind kind of ran away with me there. It tends to do that when I don't keep it on a tight leash.

Sorry, I can't make any promises about faster updates, but I'll try to do it as often as possible.

Thanks for reading and reviews encourage me to write faster!

- Callie