The 14th
It begins.
The tutoring.
Confusing at first but subtly the best, he moved with a graceful ignorance of what it is perceived to be human, blissfully unaware it had been nearly a millennia and maybe even a second. We, he believed, had lost all thought of that and maybe some other thoughts along the way, we couldn’t quite say. “I could always show you? in a way it’s easier just to see.” She thought if anything he had become even harder to understand, an understatement. But everything about that man was impossible, and that box, it almost seemed to move like a painting, she could see the strokes like they’d been cut into the very frame. Old as time itself, and blue. She looked up and that man was already three quarters of the way there, bounding with great big strides and swinging his arms, confidently. “Alright I’ll see you there!” He shouted. He had given up on explaining it all 3 lifetimes ago, took all the thrill from the chase and the reaction. A huge swing and the door was instantly shut, but not locked, very much not locked.
Like a copper coin to a magnet she instantly started moving the moment she felt it, that grab, that twist that just said “go.” She ran as fast as she could, skidding twice on the wet cobble pavement, a last grip of something ever on planet earth. As she got to the door, she stopped. Looked at the door, breathed, and touched it. That door then cracked open. Sounds. From the box. This faint but long hiss and hum of engines and the whirring of fans, clocks ticking hard then soft and banging as if somebody was looking for something they absolutely needed to find. She touched the door and the windows illuminated themselves out of nowhere, and the frame became hot to touch, just for a second, like a startled animal. A faint cry amongst the banging shouted “don’t be mean to her she’s scared!” The girl replied “I haven’t done anything!” The Doctor quickly replied “No no no not you, don’t worry old girl it’s fine” She was definitely not old. Rude. “Come In now please, draft!” This is it, getting into a box, With a guy, Who’s moaning about his ‘new’ face. Who’s an alien. Who travels in time, In a box.
One last prayer and she closed her eyes and pushed the door. She took two steps and expected to be jolted to a quick stop by banging her head into something. She did just that, banged straight into the coatrack, a nasty bump to the forehead to soften the blow of what happened when she opened her eyes. “She’s called The TARDIS, it stands for Time And Relevant Dimensions In Space” said The Doctor with a cocky smile on his young face and his eyes looking away and beyond into everything endlessly, right through you. “And it’s mine”