Wandering London for hours had been nerve-wracking enough. Then the shop-window dummies came to life and wreaked havoc upon the pedestrians of London and began destroying everything. It was all a blur to Zepheera, who managed to find safety in an alley. She huddled against a brick wall, waiting for the minor burns on her arms to heal. By that time, much of the noise in the distance had died down, replaced by ambulance and police sirens. Was it over?
Then another noise filled the air, a wheezing groan that inexplicably lifted Zepheera’s heart with hope. A breeze that hadn’t been there before billowed the borrower’s short, dark hair as she watched the same blue box from before appear. Her eyes were wide as the doors creaked open and Mickey stumbled out, followed by Rose Tyler herself calmly exiting and phoning someone.
The opportunity was there, and Zepheera took it. Clutching her messenger bag, she ran full tilt for the open door and slipped past the approaching feet with ease.
Her heart nearly stopped at the sight of the inside of the box. It was much too large for an ordinary police box, and much too…amazing. Zepheera had never seen anything like it in her 78 years.
She hardly acknowledged the mystery man standing in the doorway as she ascended the slight ramp up to the center structure of the room. It glowed with a warm blue-green light that made Zepheera forget about her troubles. She couldn’t explain it, but something about this place felt right. Like home.
The slam of the shut door broke her out of her thoughts, and she turned to find herself face-to-face with the man’s approaching foot. Quickly dodging out of the way, Zepheera took shelter against the nearest coral-like support and pressed her back to it, staring up at the man’s towering form.
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