I Wished a Wish Upon a Star

Time And Relative Dimension In Space

"It's bigger on the inside."

He grinned like a toddler showing off its sandcastle creation. "I know. I love it when they say that."

"Who's they?"

"The others." He lost his child-like manner and looked down. I could have sworn I saw tears in his eyes. I decided not to push it.

I looked around instead. How could this be possible? It was a whole room inside a box. I walked down the little gangway from the doors to the central unit. It had six sides, all of them covered in all sorts of buttons and knobs. I wondered what they were all for. Between these panels and the ceiling was a strange glowing thing in a tube, and above that an upside down pyramid with strange circular writings on it connected the tube to the ceiling. I felt my mouth open. I looked around the rest of the room. It had a sort of balcony with metal steps leading up to it where bookcases and a blackboard stood. There were steps leading down from where I stood too, going under the platform and out into doorways and beyond. It was very high-tech, very sci-fi. I knew my dad would have a fit if he saw this, he was mad about all that science-fiction nonsense.

"Pretty cool huh?" The question snapped me out of my wonderings.

"You could say that." I replied, thinking that was a very big understatement.

" Now let's go sort out those big bad metal men." He pulled a lever and the whole room seemed to jolt into life. The tube in the centre had some bright light moving up and down.

"Oh yeah, you should probably hold onto something." He said when I fell over from the sudden movement.

"Gee, thanks for the warning." I seemed to have broken out into sarcasm again.

He grinned.

I got up and brushed myself off, only realising now that I was in my fluffy unicorn onesie with matching slippers. I inwardly cringed at my poor taste in nightwear. He must have seen me embarrassed because he said:

"I bet those Cybermen won't know what's coming when they see a mythical beast prancing into their base."

I laughed at my own stupidity more than his joke and asked if there was somewhere I could get changed. He told me a whole heap of directions which I miraculously remembered. I wondered why a man so smartly dressed would have a wardrobe so ridiculously far away, and how big the inside actually was. When I stepped inside the wardrobe, which had a big sign saying what it was on the door, all that was there was a box room with a computer screen inside. I walked closer to the screen and saw that it had a search bar on it. There was no keyboard or mouse to be seen so I assumed it was touch screen. I tried clicking on the search bar but nothing happened.

I was about to call out to the man for help, but realised that I didn't even know his name: I highly doubted it was John Smith from the meteorological department. I also wondered what Cybermen were. I made a note to ask him later.

I wondered what other ways I could try. I tried calling out "T-Shirt and jeans."

Still nothing happened. All I wanted was to get out of the retched onesie, did it have to be so hard?

I had tried all the ways I could think of. I could think of! I closed my eyes and clearly pictured what I wanted in my mind, hoping that it would work. It did, but definitely not in the way I was expecting.

When I opened my eyes, all around me, the room was covered in mirrors. I gasped, I was standing perfectly in the clothes I had imagined: A bright unicorn galloped against a sunset on my chest, generic, bog-standard blue jeans clothed my legs, and bright blue converse embraced my feet. I looked up, my short auburn hair seemed brighter than usual, and it was dip-dyed blue, something I had always wanted but had never been brave enough to actually do. "#Ravenclawpride." I whispered to myself.

The Harry Potter book series had always been my favourite series ever since I was little. I loved the idea of magic and unicorns and mythical beasts. A world where I could be myself, with less prejudice than in the real world. I had always immersed myself in the series to escape my problems. I snapped out of my thoughts before I could start thinking of the horrific details of my childhood.

I looked at the screen. It had a picture of what I was wearing and of the unicorn onesie. A question asked me which one I would like. I tried to touch it, but remembered that the machine worked on thought. I closed my eyes. The left one. I had been transported to outside the wardrobe when I opened them. I turned around and came face to face with the underside of the central unit.

"What the-"

"I changed the layout of the TARDIS a bit, I felt the wardrobe was a bit excessively far away." Came a voice from above.

I took a deep breath. "I have some questions,"

"I thought you might." He replied.

As I walked up the stairs to where he stood, I started asking, "What is your name, as I'm assuming it's not 'John Smith'? What is a 'Tardis'? And what are Cybermen?"

"You look great by the way. My name's The Doctor-"

"Doctor who?"

He grinned. "Just 'The Doctor'."

"'Doctor' is not a name. What's your real name?"

"I guess, I don't have one. Everyone just calls me 'Doctor'."

"Fine, whatever, Doctor."

I asked him my other questions. A TARDIS or Time And Relative Dimension In Space, is a spaceship that can travel anywhere in time and space (which is awesome on its own) and is bigger on the inside because it's a different dimension to the outside. I thought my head was going to explode with all the newfound knowledge that I would never have thought existed.

Cybermen are creatures from an alternate dimension earth and strive to upgrade everyone so there are no emotions. That would be awful, without happiness how would we live? And pain? Pain helps us grow. I knew that first-hand. Why would you ever want a life without emotions?

"Cybermen are some of the most dangerous beings in the universe, and we," He pulled another lever making the TARDIS make a horrifying screeching noise which made me cover my ears. "have landed in their base."