The night draped itself in an unusual darkness, the town plunged into an unexpected blackout. Above, the sky shimmered with a deeper shade of blue, adorned with the twinkling splendour of countless stars. In the heart of the quaint neighbourhood, a young girl stepped out onto her balcony, embracing the warm summer air that enveloped her.
As she gazed up at the celestial spectacle, oblivious to the eerie atmosphere surrounding her, a curious sight caught her attention—a blue box, nestled in her garden, its hue reminiscent of the dress she wore. Has it been there before? She couldn't recall.
Intrigued and undeterred, she hurried downstairs, her dress billowing with each hurried step. Ignoring the indifference of passersby, she approached the mysterious box, driven by an insatiable curiosity for the unknown.
Unfazed by the oddity of the situation, the girl knocked on the door—a bold gesture, considering the enigmatic nature of the box. Moments later, the grand blue doors swung open, revealing a figure cloaked in disarray. A man, dishevelled yet undeniably charismatic, stood before her, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and intrigue. 𝘈 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯. She called him.
Their encounter unfolded like a scene from a modern-day fairy tale—a collision of ordinary and extraordinary, of mundane and magical.
"Amelia?" he murmured, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Perplexed, the girl shook her head. "Where am I?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of bewilderment. "Spain," she replied, though his reaction hinted at a deeper disquietude. "Eli," he whispered, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. But not even a second later his face washed over and grew softer, his eyes holding this endearment that would show the reflections of the stars over them.
"Sorry" the girl chuckled, "wrong name again, My name is Cordelia Holmes, a pleasure..."
In that moment, amidst the darkness and uncertainty, a bond formed—a connection forged by fate and circumstance. "Doctor," he declared, rising to his feet with newfound determination. Laughter bubbled between them, a shared recognition of the extraordinary circumstances that had brought them together.
Yet, their time together was fleeting, a mere whisper in the grand tapestry of the universe.
He chuckled, no he laughed. " Oh good, this is good, hahaaa, what year is this Ms Holmes?"
