Open Door

The Door

I am going to be late. I wanted to go to the Travel Agent's too. Shall I ring to apologise? Oh, there's a phone box. This door is heavy. I push harder and as it opens, I nearly fall in. Gosh it's dark in here. 

"Who are you?" says a voice from the shadows. 

Victoria Richards. I am in a terrible rush. I am very late. I want to make a phone call. I was going book a holiday and I have an appointment for a blood test. So where am I? Are you a doctor--

"Yes, I am The Doctor."

Yes, but doctor who.

"That is correct. I am Doctor Who."

Don't joke. I am not well, and I need help. 

"Of course, I can help you. Would you like interplanetary travel or perhaps you would like to travel back in time. You do not need to use a phone. I can arrange everything for you."

Travel? What are you talking about? Is this the travel agents? I thought it was a phone box.

I walk forward in the darkness towards a light and what appears to be, -- no it can't be. It looks like the control panel of a space ship so many flashing lights and screens, rows of screens. 

I hear the doctor's voice again, "You are my dear on the Star Ship Enterprise."

"Oh, that's OK then." I say to myself. Where else would I be on a Monday morning on the way to the doctors.

I must have said the last bit out loud because the Doctor speaks again.

"That's correct my dear. The Doctor is here. Now how can we help you? I think you mentioned a blood test."

What? No. Let me get out of here. I want to open the door.

The door opens automatically.  I run out into blinding sunlight and bump into a passer-by.

"Sorry, sorry, so sorry."

"No harm done. Now look where you are going in the future."