High above the city of London, a big blue box tumbled across the night sky, spinning faster and faster. It flew over the Millennium Dome and the man dangling from the threshold, a strange pen-like device between his teeth, could be seen desperately trying to pull himself back inside. The box was heading straight for the Parliament Clock Tower, showing no sign of conveniently spinning out of the way, but the man pointed his strange pen device at the controls and the box changed course just in time. With a final heave, the man hauled himself back inside and shut the doors behind him, exhausted, as the box careered on its way.
Elsewhere at the same time, a red-haired girl sat by the window, watching her younger sister begin to pray at the edge of her bed.
"Dear Santa," the little sister started. "Thank you for the paper, and the pencils, and the paint. I know it's Easter now. I really hope I didn't wake you. I didn't mean to but, please, it is an emergency." Here, she paused and cast a wary glance around her.
"There's a crack in my wall."
Her words were hushed, the voice of a child scared of being overheard by the monster in the closet. Shifting on her knees as they began to ache, she continued. "Aunty Sharon says it's just an ordinary crack, but I know it's not, because. . . because at night there's voices," her eyes squeezed shut, trying to convince herself that she couldn't hear the whispers start up again. "Please, please, please, could you send someone to fix it? A fire-man, or a policeman, or– or–!"
"Can you hear that?" interrupted her sister. She was looking out the window, up at the sky.
The girl stilled, prayer momentarily forgotten as she strained her ears to hear beyond the crack. And there, a- a wheezing sound outside. It was harsh, like a machine had come to life and was screeching and struggling for breath. It got louder and louder and louder and she scrambled to join her sister at the window and it got louder still and crash! Something was in their backyard! They could see the smoke beginning to rise into the night sky.
"Get a torch!" the older girl hissed; face pressed against the glass window. Her sister rushed to comply.
"Back in a moment," she whispered to Santa on her way, snatching her prize from the bedside table.
"What is it?" she whispered, peering nervously from behind her sister and passing the torch.
"I don't know," her sister whispered back, shining a light into the garden. "Looks like– like a big box? It's in the shed!"
The younger sister frowned, gnawing at her lip. Steeling herself, she took a metaphorical leap and moved away from her sister's shadow! She too pressed her face against and– Amelia was right! In the old garden shed's place was now a big blue on its side, surrounded by steam and the remains of the old shed. It must be on its side, because when Emily tilted her head, illuminated in bold text on its front, it read–
Police Public Call Box.
The girl gasped, face turning to face her sister. Inches apart, both eyes sparkled, and mouths pulled up into grins.
"Looks like you owe Santa," Amelia said, clasping her sisters' hand and dragging her away from the window. "Come on!" she said tearing across the room, her excitement contagious.
And with a whispered "thank you" to the empty room, Emily thundered down the stairs in tow.
Through the kitchen, coats snatched, feet stuffed into wellingtons and out the back door, the two girls burst into the garden.
There, just a few feet away from the smoking blue box, they finally slowed to take in the full scene. Suddenly conscious of the potential danger, Emily stood behind her sister, practically stepping on her heels in an attempt to stay as close to her as possible. Amelia, being older and much braver, rolled her eyes but allowed the comfort. She was after all, older, and it was her duty as an older sister to let her younger sister take shelter at her back.

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