Hope was walking back from the local library,a few new books stuffed into her bag. Les Miserables, The Great Gatsby, and Wicked. She was in a mood. The weather wasn’t too shabby. A bit stormy, lots of clouds, cool. Just the way she liked it. It was all as usual,the usual wasn’t something she really liked as it was usually a bit boring. Then…something caught her eye. A blue police box. She had only just been down this path about thirty minutes ago, coming back and now a blue box had appeared in a flower bed? Ohhh Ms. Marigold would NOT be pleased. She was just reading the small sign on one of the doors when the other flew open.