I Found A Little Blue Box

Inside the Box

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I reached out my hand to touch it, and make sure it was real. Sure enough, it was. But what was a 1950's police box doing in the middle of the sidewalk? It seemed to be of original quality, it even had the phone panel on the front.

The wood was rough, as though it had seen many years of travel, but it was securely attached to the earth. The front panel had a silver handle, I gave it a little tug. It didn't budge. I tried the phone panel, it opened without hesitation.

I gazed in awe at the historical sight in front of me, a classic 1950's telephone, and it had hardly aged a bit! I tried the door again, giving it a bigger rattle this time, until it finally opened inward.

The inside appeared to glow, so I stepped inside to investigate. That decision changed my life.

I spun around. Impossible! It's bigger on the inside! I took another step, and another, until I finally stared down at the console full of buttons and levers and wires and many other things I didn't understand how they worked. It was all real. I was inside a 1950's police box that had circuits and gears inside. What a day! I had another look around. The copper walls seemed to outline a dome shape reinforced by beams. There was a dimly lit hall to the left, and without thinking, I began to approach it.

The hall had many doors, each opening to rooms that have no place being in a telephone box... That was bigger on the inside... After passing around 13 doors, I opened up to the largest library I had ever seen! I could live in here! The walls were at least 20 feet high and were painted a murky green. The bookshelves were stained a perfect red-brown and the floor was tiled with a stone I guessed to be granite. Without making a sound, I strolled past a few of the bookshelves. Each had a different symbol carved into the side, but I couldn't think of an explanation why. I stared at one of the carvings, a circle with many other geometrical patterns jumbled together inside. It was then that I noticed, that I was not alone.

Across the clearing, standing on a tall shaky ladder, was a man. Did he find this place just like I did, or was this 'telephone box' his?

I studied him a bit closer, he hadn't seemed to notice me yet. I watched as he reached into his brown jacket, and took out a small, silver, cylindrical object. He pointed the object at the bookcase, and a blue light flickered on the end of the object as a soft pulsing filled the room.

He seemed slightly upset, like he was lost. I saw a small tear, glittering in the warm light from a chandler upon the ceiling, fall down his pale cheek. He began to turn his head, so I shuffled out of his sight. What if he saw that I had entered uninvited, and he got angry? I started back for the door, but he turned and saw me before I could escape.

Fumbling to regain his balance, he spoke.

"Oh..." he wiped his cheek, "Did...did I leave the door unlocked?"

Finally getting a full view of the man, I studied him. He was wearing a navy blue suit paired strangely with a pair of red converse. The coat, which he retrieved his object out of, was beige and reached down just past his knees. His hair was brown and roughly spiked as though he had been frustratedly running his fingers through it.

"Blimey!" he shouted and began to climb down the ladder, "I'm rude!"

He gave a little wave once he was on the ground. "I'm the Doctor!"

I stared back at him. I just intruded on you, and you're not even a little bit mad? I finally found my voice.

"Doctor who?"