Chapter One
When I first heard the noise, I thought Isabelle was playing a trick on me.
I don't think I've ever been more wrong in my life.
I rounded the corner, and my gaze fell upon a tall, blue box, the words, POLICE (PUBLIC CALL) BOX, glowing brightly along the top.
Very slowly, scared the box would disappear, I walked closer. I outstretched my hand, and gently grazed the doors.
It was real.
Very slowly, I took another step, and pushed open the door.
...
I quietly took a step in, and closed the door behind me.
I had to be dreaming. Actually, no, it had to be something more than that, because my dreams have never been this perfect.
The Tardis's interior was the cold, purple console room he got after meeting the Angels in Manhattan. It was large and spacious, with lots of flashing, boisterous lights.
I loved it.
"Wrong time again," I heard someone mutter, and then there was the sound of the lever being pulled and the engines pumping. I would recognize that voice anywhere – it was the Doctor. I couldn't see him, the console was blocking him from my view.
I had two choices. I could stay on the TARDIS, and be a stowaway, or I could open the door behind me and climb out.
Who was I kidding? Why the hell would I want to leave?
So I stayed where I was, and I waited.