Prologue

Ann’s footsteps echoed into her ears like a horse as it slowly galloped over a lush green field. When she went out for long walks like this, it gave her time to think, she didn’t have time for that lately, but she did before he showed up. It happened on a sunny afternoon, she was sitting outside her local pub as the sun beat down on the back of her neck. She was cooling her hands on the side of her glass of lemonade. He had stepped up beside her, blocking the sun from her neck. “Can I sit here,” he asked. His voice was warm and comforting; it was like the voice of an angel. She turned around to see who he was, to see the face that belonged to the angel voice.

  He had long black smooth curly hair which shone under the sunlight, his skin was smooth like silk, it was perfect, so perfect that no moisturizer could create such a look. On the lower part of his face was a smooth black goatie but she was more interested in his eyes, his sparkling blue eyes that hypnotized her like diamonds. She then studied his clothes; he wore a long black Edwardian coat and trousers. Underneath his coat was a gleaming white shirt and a silk grey waistcoat from which a gold pocket watch chain hung. Tied around his neck was a wide silk grey tie. Ann had just realized that she hadn’t spoken for at least a minute; she was too fixated on this human angel. “Oh, of course,” said Ann and the man sat down. In his hand was a large glass of water with ice, droplets of liquid dripped down the side. Ann’s heart began to race, she had never experienced this before, it was like some kind of attraction. But why was she feeling this, she didn’t even know his name. But she knew that he was different, some kind of instinct told her, almost as if someone was whispering into her ear.

  He then began to make conversation and they got to know each other, his name was revealed in the conversation, the name of the angel, the name she was desperate to hear; the Doctor. When he left, a sudden feeling of depression entered Ann; she wanted to see him again. She then decided to go back to the pub again the next day at the same time, and he appeared, again in the same clothes and another glass of water. He returned again the next day and the next, she slowly began to build a friendship with the Doctor, he was different to other men, he listened, he was polite and kind. And then the day came, the day he passed her a small piece of paper with neat handwriting on it, the writing said: 76 Totters Lane, she would finally see where the angel lived.

  Her heart raced as she slowly walked towards the destination. As she glided like a ballerina down the road, a small raindrop splashed against her cheek, and then another, and another until a shower of rain began to shoot down over the land. It quickly soaked into her short black hair; her thick framed glasses began to soak as well so she placed them in her leather jacket pocket. Her eardrums vibrated with fright as thunder echoed from the sky, she began to get slightly frightened, like a prey that can sense that a predator is nearby. She quickly ran down the hard wet pavement, nothing was going to stop her seeing the Doctor. A sign nailed to a rough brick wall had the words; Totters Lane, imprinted on it. She was so close now, she couldn’t go back. Every inch of her clothes were now drenched with rain, she had to keep spitting every so often whenever raindrops seeped into her mouth.

  She slowly looked at the house numbers as she passed by; 73, 74, 75, but wait, something was wrong. She looked where the house of the angel; number 76, should have been. But there was just a dark red brick wall with a large wooden gate. Perhaps it was a trick, some kind of prank, but light was shed and she saw something written on the gate, it was a number; 76. Her mind was confused, she didn’t know what to do, but one thing was clear, she wasn’t going to give up. She then raised her drenched left arm and pressed her hand against the cold wood of the gate. It slowly creaked open to reveal a dusty old junkyard, could this be the home of the angel, was he really poor and homeless? Suddenly her dark green eyes gazed upon something that stood out from the rest of the junk; it was a large wooden blue box. She slowly walked towards the object, only then did she notice that her hands were trembling, some how, the mysteriousness of the box frightened her. Then something came into view, written on the top of the object were the words; POLICE BOX, and below the writing was a door. She slowly took a deep breath and carefully pushed open the blue wooden door.