There stood, in the middle of London on a cold New Year’s Eve night, a man—a lonely man, a hurting man. He doubled over, clutching his ribs, his long brown coat flapping in the wind. Wincing, he ignored the snow falling into his slicked-up brown hair and dampening his brown-with-blue-pinstripes suit. He could think now only of all the friends he’d just left behind. Each of them had become like family to him, and now every one of them was gone forever. Or at least, he expected so.
He glanced over to one side. A familiar humanoid creature stood there, watching him: smooth skin, small ears and red eyes alit with a soft glow. Amidst the many odd tentacles hanging from where a mouth would normally be hung a thick cord, attached to a white sphere in the creature’s hand. The humanoid being wore a snazzy dark blue suit with a silver “Σ” on the right-hand side. Sympathy poured from its eyes. The sphere in its hand began to glow as a voice said softly, “We shall sing you to sleep. Though your song may end, your story shall continue forever.” As the sphere dimmed again, a choir of indecipherable voices began singing in a foreign language, a song of sorrow and comfort at the same time.
The man groaned. There was radiation inside of him, bouncing around, stabbing his twin hearts, killing him. He fell into the snow and looked painfully upwards. Just a few more yards ahead, he saw the blue structure towering over him. A blue wooden phone box, the glowing words “POLICE” shining down on him. He had to make it into the box; no one must see what was about to happen to him. He reached forward and sliced his hand on a sharp piece of broken glass, lying next to a smashed bottle. Wincing, he looked at his hand, seeing nothing where the glass had just pierced his skin. It was coming, and fast.
He leaped to his feet, shouting incomprehensibly at the frigid air. Limping, he slowly slid his way towards the police box. Whipping out the golden key from his pocket, he jammed it inside the small lock and twisted it sharply, offering one last glance at the creature behind him. At the sound of a click, the door swung inwards, throwing the man into a huge room inside. Falling to his knees again, he threw the door shut behind him and lunged forward onto his feet. Throwing aside his long coat, he leaned painfully against the massive control console in the center of the room, all lights shining directly at him. Pulling a crank and smashing a few buttons, he felt the structure begin to shift as the center console began to crank up and down rhythmically, producing a loud, constant noise.
The man grabbed a screen nearby and looked into it. He was now in orbit around the Earth, spinning around and around. The song echoing around the spinning room, a tear trickled down his cheek as he thought of his friends. One of his knees gave way and, correcting himself, he stepped back and cried, “I…I don’t want to go….” He looked down at his hands. They began to glow with golden light, sparkles forming and rising like embers from a fire. His stomach heaved as if he were vomiting. His limbs trembled. It was time.
Spreading his legs out, the man threw his arms to both sides and screamed as light shot out from every cell of his body. The glass around him shattered as several bits of machinery exploded in loud crashes and bright sparks. His hearts beat faster and faster like a racecar’s motor, so fast he couldn’t tell the beat of one from the other. His body convulsed, his skin stretching and thinning around his bones, energy ripping his suit to shreds which flapped in the bellowing wind. His face contorted as if someone was trying to screw his nose into his face. Letting out a final scream, he threw himself back and landed on his seat.
He looked around him. The creature’s song had ended. Forgetting all that troubled him just moments ago, his mind raced as he noticed the shattered room around him, smoke rising from every few feet. He looked down, breathing heavily, seeing legs in front of him. He gasped. “Legs!” he cried happily. “I’ve got legs! Arms, hands, fingers!” He grabbed his face, felling ears at the sides and a large nose in the middle. “I’ve had worse!” he said, his fingers leaving it and grabbing his chin. “Blimey,” he muttered, smiling at the large chin on his lower jaw. He reached up top and grabbed his hair, finding it surprisingly long. “Hair! Wait—long? Oh no, I’m a girl!” He threw both hands around his neck. “No, wait, I’m not a girl,” he said, noticing his large Adam’s apple, and seeing his hair hanging in front of his eyes, he angrily added, “And still not ginger!”
The man jumped to his feet, throwing off his jacket and looked around excitedly. “I feel like I’m forgetting something,” he said, “something very important, something about me. I—I’m—I’m—” Another loud explosion of sparks rained over him, rattling the room. He laughed gaily. “I’m crashing!” He looked again at the screen. Earth was hurtling towards him. He jumped for joy, falling to his seat again at the wake of another tremor. He jumped up and threw his arms at the control panel before him, grabbing whatever levers and tools he could and pulled them. He looked up and screamed one last time. “GERONIMOOOOOOOO!”