I had just rounded the corner off of Market onto Leary, when there was suddenly this loud wailing sound. It’s hard to describe, it was like a broken siren; or maybe an elephant who had smoked its whole life, trumpeting as a giant swung it around its head in a circle. I turned and went back around the corner to see what the sound was, only to find a tall blue box where a moment before there had been nothing. It most certainly hadn’t been there moments before, but there it was, and as the sound died down, the big blue box was definitely the source.
The box was some sort of phone box, and there was a sign on the door, but before I could read the sign the door opened and a man stepped out. He looked around him, checking his surroundings as if I wasn’t standing there.
He had a weird object in his hand, shaped like a large pen. At the end was a green light, and the man would point it at various objects, at which point the giant pen thing would make a high-pitched whirring sound.
None of what this man was doing seemed even remotely familiar. He had a lanky, nervous sort of energy, always moving and adjusting his arms. He was wearing a tweed jacket and a bowtie, which in Seattle was the least of his oddities. His hair was thick and long, and all of it seemed to be attempting to join a wave from the left side of his head to the right. In part, it looked like he normally wore an 80’s Flock of Seagulls hairstyle, but had forgotten his hairspray.
All of it was bizarre, but also a little fantastic. “Uh, hello?” I wasn’t sure exactly how to approach the situation, but I did know I couldn’t just turn and leave.
Finally, he noticed me. “Scott. Scoooott. There you are, my friend. Oh, right, you don’t know me yet do you? Not to worry, I’ll have you up to speed in no time. However, I’m going to have to ask you to trust me for a moment and step into the blue box behind me.” He had more than a little swagger as he spoke, like he had an amazing secret the rest of the universe didn’t have, as if he were 1000 years old, but also still an excited little boy.
“I’m sorry, have we met?”
“Yes. No. Well, yes and no. Yes for me, no for you. It’s a time travel thing.”
“Time travel?”
“Yes, and we’ve got a bit of a time problem at the moment, so I’m going to need you to come with me.”
“A time problem? I’m not sure I understand. Or, I know I don’t understand.”
“You know those lava-lamps? All the colors and bubbles settle and separate, until you heat it up and it all starts mixing together and moving about.”
“Time is like that?”
“Well, no, but if it helps…”
“I’m sorry, you want me to get in that box with you?”
“Don’t worry, it’s bigger on the inside. Shall we go?”
“I, uh, I don’t know about that.”
“Scott, c’moooonnn! You can do this. You stood up to the Palafraxian Governer of New Antwerp. You bested the Wizard of Granwar. You and your wife almost single handedly took down the second coming of the Rascus Androxious. You can do this. Oh, and by the way, that sexy blue box is a time machine and a space ship, just so you’re prepared.”
“In that case, can we stop and pick up my wife and my dogs on our way to… wherever and whenever it is we’re going?”
“Yes, dogs. I like travelling with dogs. Dogs are cool.”