That was the newspaper ad. Of course I thought it was weird. I am the queen of Weirdland. I mean, me and my one friend were the biggest nerds in school. So I had to go figure it out. I went home to Google timey wimey detectors. For the first time, Google had nothing. Great. Now I had to find this... thing that goes ding when there’s... stuff with no clue what it looks like. Wait... Stuff? What kind of stuff? Talk about specific adevertising. I would just have to find the police call box, whatever that was.
I grabbed my backpack (the same one I’ve had since first grade) and stuffed it with the necessary items. I also grabbed peanut butter and jelly sandwich and my Swiss Army Knife. Yes, I own a Swiss Army Knife. I like to be prepared. Anyways, I left my house for the corner of 13 and 6th.
After the first half mile, my legs were killing me. Running is not a requirement for being a nerdy 13 year old girl. I sat down on a convenient park bench and tried to figure something out. Then the thought hit me like a bull hits a matador. I could take a bus! And luckily, a few yards down, there was another park bench, this one with a bus stop. I ran down there and checked my phone. It was 4:00. I checked a bus schedule. The bus came at 4:30. Dang. Half an hour of waiting? Ugh.
And so I waited, eating half of my sandwich and checking my phone every few minutes. 4:15. 4:17. 4:20. 4:25. Finally the 4:30 came around and so did the bus, right on time too.I got on, and dropped my dollar youth fee into the box. I sat down in the front seat. There were only three people on behind me. And we were off like a dirty diaper (as my mother would say).
I finally got off around 4:45, right on the corner. I hopped down the steps with a quick “Thank you” to the driver, and I saw the police call box. I walked up, thought for a second (knowing what to do when presented with a mysterious blue police box is not common courtesy) and knocked. I waited for a second, and was about to try again when someone opened the door. He looked to be about 32 (I’m very good at ages), with a dark grey pinstripe suit on. He looked kind of like a college professor, with messy hair and glasses that made him look very studious and intelligent.
“Hello... Is this about the timey wimey detector?” he asked, sounding hopeful.
I was unsure what to do. Should I tell him I have it? Should I tell him the truth? I decided on truth, to make at least a halfway decent impression.
“Yes, I saw the ad. I was wondering what exactly a timey wimey detector is, in order to find it,” I said, fidgeting.“Well, you better come inside if you are to learn about the secrets of such wibbly wobbly stuff! And don’t worry, it’s bigger on the inside, I promise,” he said cheerfully. I walked in, and was surprised by how big it was. You don’t walk in to a 4 by 4 square place and expect to see such a vast.. thingy filled with lights and levers and buttons.
“Well, this is the TARDIS. And I’m the Doctor. And no, that’s not my title to preempt your question. That is my name,” he said sticking out his hand.
“Uh... my name is Beatrice Marlow, but you can call me Dex. That’s what everyone else does. Except for the mean kids at school. The call me Dictionary or Dorkface,” I say, finally shaking his hand. I walk around a little, wandering around all the crazy buttons and stuff.
“You can sit down, you know. I’ll pull up a chair,” the Doctor said, grabbing a folding chair leaning against the wall, opening it up, and setting it down across another one in one swift movement. I sat down.
“Okay, let’s start! I want to learn about this timey wimey stuff now,” I say, sounding confused.
“Okay, fine. But first I need you to promise me you won’t tell anyone the extent to which this will go once I’m done,” he said, sounding serious for the first time since I’d met him.
“I promise,” I said quietly. At that moment I got into the biggest adventure of my life.