I've heard TARDIS sounds before. Passing-by planes or trains, chairs being dragged across the floor… Every day sounds that my mind recognizes as the sound of its engine. I was used to it.
But that night, when I heard the sound, I ran toward it. Not because I actually believed it was the TARDIS, but because I needed it to be. After all I had just been through, after everything that had gone wrong...
I wasn't expecting anything. Not really. Imagine my surprise when I turned into that alleyway and saw a blue box.
I didn't think. I didn't need to. I ran as fast as I had ever run before in my life. When I found it to be locked I started pounding, crying, begging. It had to be real. It had to be him.
After several agonizing minutes of banging on the door with no response I slid to the ground, sobbing, my hands scraped and bleeding from the abrasive wood.
"Please," I whispered, over and over. "Please, don't leave me here."
I heard the click of something being unlocked. A brilliant ligh