a wheezing , groaning filled the air . leaves and dirt disturbed . the blue painted box fading into existence as an odd landmark on the landscape . an older gentleman appearing at the door , digits clutching at his lapels . intrigue drawn across his face .

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ doctor.⠀ : ⠀ i tolerate this century , but i don’t enjoy it .⠀ ⠀

ᅠ ᅠ * 𝐖𝐄’𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙇. 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝘿𝙀𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙇𝙔 .ᐟ ᅠ ᅠ

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ doctor.⠀ : ⠀ i don’t make threats , but i do make promises .⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ doctor.⠀ : ⠀ if you like adventure , my dear , i can promise you an abundance of it .⠀ ⠀