The blue police box was an incongruous sight, something that had once been familiar but had long since fallen out of use.
Where this one had come from was anybody’s guess. Andy Davidson was sure it hadn’t been here earlier; he’d have noticed. Perhaps it was a prop for a TV show, or possibly a hoax, or a student prank.
The door opened and a dishevelled head poked out. “Hello there! What year is this?”
“Oh bother, I’m early.” The head vanished and with a grinding sound, the blue box faded out.
Andy shrugged. He’d seen stranger things.