@mishacollins stumbled onto the porch of his Victorian home bow-tie askew and was met by the sound of bickering cicadas. He pulled at his collar and began pacing the length of whitewashed planks listening out for the telltale whir that would signal the beginning of something new. Without hesitation, Misha bounded down the stairs and onto the lawn as the last of the sun’s rays dipped past the horizon. The grass squished beneath his dress shoes making him second-guess his wardrobe choice. Just as he was thinking that the tux might have been too much, the mysterious blue box with the words Police Box, appeared.
“Allons-y!” A voice from inside the box called out. “Queen Elizabeth requires our assistance post haste. Seems like she’s gone and lost her Elopus in Loch Ness again.”