It's Just A Box.

Daisy is just your typical 19 year old. That is, until she decides to take pictures of a police box from the 1960's for her history project. She also decides to step inside, but what she sees is most certainly not from the 1960's.

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1. The Perfect Picture

        "That's it!" I exclaimed to myself as I ran over to the giant blue box, labeled 'Police Public Call Box' in white letters on the top bar and 'Bad Wolf' sprayed onto the side with white paint. I quickly got on one knee and began to take pictures at different angles on my camera, then I stood up.

 

        "Now what's in it?" I mumbled to myself as I walked towards the door. I pulled the faded blue door open, and what I saw was most certainly too big to fit in the tiny space. My jaw dropped as I was horrifyingly confused. A large, circular, console type thing was the center of my attention, covered in knobs and buttons and switches and levers and- well, everything. My eyes soon shifted to a large tube, coming from the middle of the console. There were lights inside, flashing between green and blue. I was quick to snap a picture when I soon realised I wasn't the only one in the room.

 

       "Who are you?" A tall man, maybe in his late twenties-early thirties stared at me with a glare spread across his face. I put my hands to my chest and sputtered out words.

 

      "Me? Oh- I- You-"  I couldn't find the right words. "Sorry." I finally mumbled. The man walked towards me. 

 

      "You never answered my question," He stepped closer and closer with every word. "Who. Are. You?" I looked down at his shoes. White- well, used to be white- converse. I followed the brown pinstriped suit all the way up to his head, a good 6 inches above my own, and stared at him. 

 

      "I'm Daisy." I suddenly wasn't afraid to speak. "Daisy McGee." I held out my hand and the man reluctantly grasped it and shook. "You are?"

 

      "Daisy?" The man began. I quickly nodded and he let go of my hand. "Well, Daisy. I don't mean to be rude, but you must leave now."

 

      "You never answered my question," I said, mimicking his tone from earlier. "What's your name?" I repeated myself.

 

      "I'm the Doctor."

  

      "Doctor Who?'

 

       "Ah, that's a very dangerous question, My dear Daisy." And with that, a loud creaking sound emitted from another room. "No, No, No!" The Doctor ran off to the other room and I was left to explore.

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