Push. Push. Left, push. Turn. The girlâs wheelchair crunches along the path. As Holly pushes her wheels, she looks up through the trees. They sway in the light breeze, letting small rays of warm sun down onto the ground. She feels the golden light shift on her legs, despite not being able to use them. They sit still, only moving when sheâs hit the occasional rock or pebble. Of course, thatâs bound to happen here. The air smells of flowers and mud, but in the best way, on this trail. Holly comes here to the forest every week, to clear her head. Todayâs cause is⊠sheâd rather not talk about it. She is miles away in her head when something snaps her out of it. The asphalt trail ahead lights up, accompanied by a mechanical wheezing sound. Holly lets go of her wheels. The sound fades in, and out, as if it were breathing. Abruptly, it ends. She reaches down and starts to push forward, still listening for more noises. Crunch, crunch. Soon she is met with the sight of a 1930âs police box. Its base is part way on the path, but mostly in the grass. âNo way! A real TARDIS! This would be a great two truths and a lie story,â she notes, not exactly planning to tell this tale, but still regarding the possibility. Before she can bolt into the police box, a thought pulls at her attention. There are people at home waiting for her. It nags, and whines, trying to make her stay. Like a child at an arcade asking for five more minutes. So she weighs her decisions, albeit hastily, as she might not have much time. âWould Gabby care if I left? Maybe. Would I care that she cares? No.â Maybe Holly can be a bit spiteful, especially against her foster mother, Gabby, but this was different. She couldnât miss this opportunity. This was her one chance to get a break from the same old town where nothing happens, and yet where everything went wrong. So she maneuvers closer to the TARDISâs wonderfully blue doors, and with a nudge, it opens. As she pushes the door farther, it creaks a bit. âMy wheelchair could never. Sheâs well taken care of,â Holly scoffs, glancing briefly at her front wheels. She turns to face the doors head on, before leaning back into a wheelie. With a thrust, she enters the police box. To her surprise, the inside is impossibly large. Holly had loved to watch âDoctor Whoâ with her dad before he passed, and always joyfully anticipated the way the TARDIS would change with the doctor, but now it seemed almost breathtaking. Her eyes glittered from the caramel colored lights, and yet also from the thought of the one thing that brought Holly and her deceased father together. It was overwhelming. Her favorite show had come to life, but her dad wasnât there to see it with her. Holly blinked away the tears clouding her vision and steeled herself, determined to hide any and all of these feelings from the doctor. If he ever showed up.Holly decides to search through the warmly lit console room for a sign of the doctor. A forgotten gadget or tool, a corner of his trench coat, a glimpse of his permanently messy hair. She slowly began to wheel forward, the grates under her rattling as she advanced. Without warning, the doors close behind her. She turns to look towards the exit as the familiar wheezing sound comes again. Holly knows what this means. She is now traveling through space and time. After all, that is what TARDIS stands for; Time And Relative Dimension In Space. She returns to scanning for the doctor, but her hunt is cut short when the walls around her shudder. She assumes they've landed now, and Holly won't have to look any farther.
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