"How is this possible?" I asked myself. "It's very impossible. It was just a dream. Just a dream!" I hid behind the dumpster and stared at the box.
A man came out of after three minutes. He had dark brown hair that was mopped on his head, a red bow-tie on his button-up shirt, a tweed jacket with elbow patches and black work boots with black dress pants.
Who is that? I thought.
The man looked around and frowned. He looked back at the Police Box and began to talk to it.
"This isn't Amy's and Rory's place. You know it's not. Please, I just want to see them again," he walked back inside, and the Police Box began to vanish, as it made the wheezing noise.
A few moments later, it reappeared right where it was, as if it never budged.
The man walked out again, and started to become a bit aggravated. "What do you want to show me?"
I got some courage and got out of my hiding place. "Who are you?" I asked the strange man. The man turned around, not really expecting anyone to be there.
"Oh. I'm the Doctor." he said and turned back to his box.
"That box wasn't there this mourning." I told him. He ignored me and went back inside the box.
"Oi, I'm not a painting you know," I yelled as I pushed open the doors of the box to enter it. "You can't just walk away from someone like that! It's called being ru-"
My eyes must've been deceiving me. The box wasn't as small as I thought. It was huge.
I had stopped dead in my footsteps and looked bewildered.
How was this possible? I thought.
The Doctor turned around and noticed my expression. "I will never get tired of that." he smiled and chuckled. "Like it?"
I dashed out of the doors and went around the box, then went back inside.
"I-It's bigger on th-the inside!" I exclaimed.
"Love it when people say that." He said happily.
"B-b-but how is this possible? Something can't be big on the inside and smaller on the outside. It's absolutely impossible!" the words came out of my mouth before I can even realize what I was saying.
He chuckled and Answered back. "Nothing's impossible, it's just highly unlikely." he looked at me.
His green eyes were staring at my blue ones. Old eyes. Somehow I could see how old they were. Eyes that have seen everything. Kind eyes with so much forgiveness. Eyes that have so much hurt and has seen so much destruction. Eyes that have shed so many tears.
"I forgot to ask, what's your name?" The Doctor asked curiously.
"Alice." I replied. "Alice Quinn."
"Alice?" he asked. "Oh what a beautiful name. A name from a fairytale character. Fits you. You're a curious one, aren't you? You should definitely keep it."
It was silent for a few minutes, minus for the noise his machine made.
"What is this anyways?" I asked looking around the machine and eyeing all the colorful buttons and levers.
"This is the TARDIS." the Doctor beamed. "It stands for Time and Relative Dimension in Space. It's the only one in the universe and it's all mine." He stood broadly, proud of his machine.
"Time and Space?" I asked.
He nodded slyly. "Anywhere in particular?"
I stood there nervously. I didn't know who this man was. I didn't even know his real name. So why did I feel like I should trust him?
"You pick." I replied. I eyed him suspiciously as he pressed different buttons and moved several levers.
He gave me a mischievous smile as he held on to the screen on the console.
The TARDIS took off and started shaking violently. I was forced into one of the the comfy sears that were there. I held in tightly to the arm rests, my nails digging deeply into it.
The Doctor laughed like a mad man, which only freaked me out even more. He stated at the screen, and the. Began to hit more buttons.
The whole time the TARDIS made the same wheezing sound.
Five minutes had passed and the TARDIS had finally stopped.
"Have we landed?" I asked my voice hardly audible.
"Yes we have." He answered.
I slowly got up and looked at the doors. Surely, we hadn't left Cardiff, and it was probably all a trick.
"Where are we?" I asked him.
"You'll have to go out and find out," The Doctor replied.
I looked at the doors again, tempted to open them, but I wouldn't let my curiosity get the best of me, not that time.
Instead more questions jumped into my head.
"Why does the TARDIS make that funny sound?"
The Doctor laughed. "It's a brilliant sound. I love that sound!" he exclaimed. "Don't you think it's a brilliant sound?"
I shifted my weight from one leg to the other as I replied, "Yes."
"But I still have one more question," I looked at him and saw his smile wavering a bit.
"Ask away." he said to the floor, as if he already knew what the question was, and didn't want to hear it.
"Ok." I looked at his green sad eyes as he looked back at me. "Who are you, really?"
The question lingered for a minute, but if felt like a century. Finally, the Doctor answered as he began to walk to the doors of the TARDIS.
"I already told you, I'm the Doctor." He smiled and gave me a childish grin.
I was still curious. The Doctor wasn't a name, not a real one. Not to anyone and not to me.
His smile was completely gone when I asked my last and final question on the spot;
"Doctor who?"
I know I haven't posted this in like forever, but I got grounded from my Tablet and the computer. And then I've been busy and all. Din't blaim me, blaim my mom... Also, I'm posting this from my phone, so it's going to be all wierd and such...