This may be my first attempt at writing what could be called fan-fiction. I doubt I’ll do more (it’s just not my thing), but here ya go:
The Doctor’s Visit
I was standing in my backyard when the sound came. I dropped my empty coffee mug at the eerie VWOP, VWOP, VWOP, VWOP! I turned to see a blue police box sitting beside the dogwood. A police box that I can assure was not there when I passed the tree only moments before. Before I could run, the door opened, and a black leather jacket-clad man poked his head out.
“Where are we?” he asked, and I noticed a British accent.
“When? When are we?”
“Fantastic!” he said, with a huge grin. He opened the door wider. I could see a huge room behind him, even though you won’t believe it.
“It’s a time machine,” he said, and I didn’t doubt him for one moment. “When do you want to go?”
I thought long and hard, but remembering my two cups of coffee, I said, “Nothing pre-toilet paper.”