Wrong Box

by Canadian Whovian [Reviews - 2]

  • All Ages
  • None
  • Humor

The Doctor’s stomach growled embarrassingly loudly as he stood in Times Square. People near him gave him quick glances as they walked by. He had lost track of time and didn’t realize how long he’d been sightseeing.

Earlier in the morning, River had stopped by to visit Amy and Rory. He’d stayed for a while but didn’t want to intrude on their family time and told them he’d just pop out for a few hours.

The TARDIS took him to New York City and he’d spent most of the morning and a good chunk of the afternoon sightseeing with the giddy enthusiasm of a kid who had skipped school. He’d seen an ice cream shop a block away and went inside; ordering a waffle cone with a scoop of black licorice, lemon and coconut flavoured ice cream.

As he walked down the street licking his ice cream the Doctor thought about the amazing places he’d been to: the Chrysler Building, the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, the Brooklyn Bridge, Central Park, and Times Square. There was so much to see and he wanted to stay longer but it was time to get back home. Next time he was in New York he’d take the Ponds to everything he’d seen and more. He knew they’d love it.

When he rounded the corner he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the TARDIS right where he’d left her parked beside a phone booth. His smile faded when, as he got closer, he noticed a white sheet of paper pasted to the front door.

He managed to peel off the sticky sheet only partway before it ripped into two pieces, one still stuck to the door, the other to his hand.

“Oh, come on! Really?!” he grumbled loudly.

One hand had a notice for a missing cat glued to his fingers, and the other one was steadily getting stickier from his quickly melting ice cream. He waved his hand around wildly until the sheet came off and then decided to leave the other half that was stuck to the door right where it was until he got home. Maybe it would peel off itself when the TARDIS dematerialized.

Taking another lick of his ice cream and licking the stickiness off of his hand with his tongue, the Doctor was just about to open the TARDIS door when it inexplicably burst open and a blur of a person came out.

The Doctor barely managed to dodge out of the way, causing his top scoop of melting ice cream to splat onto his shoes. In a split second all he saw was a flash of blue tights and a red cape zoom by him and fly up into the air followed by a steadily fading man’s voice that shouted, “Sorry, wrong box!”

Surprised and confused, the Doctor glanced down at his messy shoes, his ice cream cone and into the TARDIS where a rumpled heap of suit and glasses lay in the open doorway. He looked up at the sky and saw a tiny speck of blue and red just before it disappeared behind a cloud.

“Well,” the Doctor mumbled to himself, “that’s something you don’t see every day.”