Blue Box

Ember Winters has had the same dream as long as she could remember. Monsters and chocolate. Doctors and boxes. But they are only dreams, right?
Oh, they're real. And Ember is soon going to get the surprise of a life time. Everything she has ever thought was real is an illusion. All the things she claimed didn't exist. Well, they do. And the man she has known all her life from a dream, he will save her life.


3. Allons-y

     "When I call your name, say, 'Here,' " our Intro to Foreign Languages substitute teacher instructed, as though we had no clue how roll call worked. She called a few names and got to Sorcer; as usual, he blew up.

     "Sorcer Live," she called out.

     "Over here, Miss Idiot. And it is pronounced 'Live.' Long i. Live as in, 'LIVE in concert,' or 'Mispronounce my name again, and you won't be aLIVE.' "

     Now it didn't sound like much, but this sub didn't know Sorcer had a pocket knife in his jacket, and I could see him fingering it. Unknowing that (and stupidly forgetting the threat), she finished the roll with, "Ember Winters" and "Vicky Winters." Then she began the lesson.

     "Now, Mr. Armadillo made a PowerPoint for this new unit, which would be French. When I go to the slide, I will call one of you to pronounce it, and what you think it means in English."

     She flipped through slide after slide, and I paid her no attention at all, seeing as how Mr. Armadillo would go over this when he got back anyway.

     I was brought out of my stupor by an odd noise. I couldn't describe it, but it was crazy loud and... No! It couldn't be!

     "Ember, are you okay." the sub asked. I assumed she saw the crazed look in my eyes. When I nodded, she continued with, "Then why don't you answer this?"

     I gazed at the Smart board and saw the slide, which said, clear as day, "Allons-y!" 

     "Pronounced, 'Allons-y,' means, uh, 'Let's go!' "

     The sub seemed astounded. "Do you speak French?"

     "Not a word. I guess it just came to me in a dream. Can I be excused?"

     "I guess. Bring your backpack; the bell will ring soon."

     Grabbing my stuff, I hurried out the door, through the hallways, out the prison (I mean, school), and to the streets. Where is it?

     Think, Ember. Think. 

     I had a feeling in my gut. I walked to the nearest park, and saw it. The TARDIS!

     I ran to it, the weight of my backpack and purse slowing me down. When I got to it, I wrapped my fingers around the handle, and tugged. Naturally, it didn't work. 


     I placed my fingers together and snapped, remembering the dreams and the television thing. 

     The door swung in. I could hear the Doctor talking to past me, but he stopped to address me. 

     "How did you open the TARDIS?"

     "I snapped." 

     "I - uh - what?"

     "Did I stutter? I said, 'I snapped.' "

     The Doctor disregarded my rudeness, turning to the past me.

     "You're here." he said.

     He pressed a button on the console, and looked at me. "Ember," he simply said.

     "Doctor." I replied. "I like your TARDIS."

     "Is that all?"

     "What else would there be?"

     " 'Bigger on the inside.' That's what everyone says. Are you not surprised?"

     "You've been in my dreams for seventeen years, Doctor. Nothing surprises me."

     "Oh." He looked upset, like he that little phrase makes his day.

     "But, if you want me to say it," I whispered (for no apparent reason). "Oh my! Its bigger on the inside! Wow!"

     "Thanks. Now, down to business."

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