DISCLAIMER:

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

I do not own.

I do not own Who?

Exactly! I do not own Doctor Who OR Unnatural History.

Henry Griffin logged another item into the DOUM rooms. And another one. And another one. Life-threatening danger hadn't come since he'd returned home from Mongolia after summer break . . . four weeks ago. He was setting records. Dull, dull records.

"We got another one." Broxton called. "It's weird. This thing just turned up outside the museum last night. But it's old, mysterious, and boring. So where do they send it?"

"Here?" Henry already knew the answer.

"You guessed it."

Henry followed Broxton over toward the corner of the DOUM rooms. The blue box sat slightly away from the rest of the artifacts.

"What is it?"

"A police box."

"How do you know?"

"'Cause that's what it says," Broxton pointed at the white letters above the door of the box.

"Oh." Henry said, his face reddening.

Broxton smirked, "And that's why you're the intern."

"Can I see inside?" Henry asked.

"Sure," Broxton grinned mysteriously.

Henry glanced at him suspiciously before pushing against the door. Nothing. He pushed harder. It didn't budge. "It's not opening."

"Yeah. Which is also why it came here."

"Un-opening doors do fit into 'unknown.'"

Broxton nodded. He glanced at Henry.

"What?"

"You're going to try and open it, aren't you?"

"What do you think?"

Broxton grinned. "Well then, run off and get Jasper and Maggie and you can all uncover the police box mystery together. Though, personally, I think it's just an old prop someone dumped out front."

Henry shrugged. Despite the fact that it made sense, something about the box made Henry unnaturally excited.

"This is what you made us skip lunch for?" Jasper asked.

Maggie stared at Henry, completely baffled by her friend's strange excitement. She folded her arms and began to circle the box. "It's a 1960's British police public call box. Back in the days before cell phones and radios, if police arrested someone they could put them inside while they called for backup."

"Like a mini-prison?" Jasper asked.

"That's the idea."

Jasper looked at Henry. "So what's the big deal?"

Henry shrugged, glancing at it. "I'm not sure. But I'm going to find out."

Jasper nodded. "As long as it's not life-threatening for a change, we'll help you, right Maggie? Maggie?"

She stared over the boys' shoulders, her expression a cross between bewilderment and fear.

"What?" Henry turned around and saw him. "Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor," the man said in a British accent. He pointed at the police box. "And that would be my box."

"What do you mean it's yours?" Maggie demanded. "It's the museum's."

"Not true. I parked it in front of this place last night, took a stroll around D.C., and saved the world while you lot slept. I came back in the morning, and it's gone. Didn't take long to find, of course, but it's still dreadfully annoying that you took it without asking. Or thinking. Or more to the point that you didn't ignore it altogether. So anyway, what is this place? You said it was a museum? I wonder . . . " He grinned inexplicably. "Well, anyway. I'll be off. Nice meeting you–?"

"Maggie Winnock. And this is Henry Griffin and Jasper Bartlett."

"Maggie . . . Nice name. Now, because you're not causing an abnormal amount of trouble for someone your age and you're working in a museum: If I were you, I'd bet on Papua New Guinea in the Olympics next year. And . . . that's all. Good bye." He strolled toward the box.

Henry stood in his way.

The Doctor stared at Henry in surprise.

"How did you get in here?"

"Never mind that, just let me get my box, and I'll go."

"How did you get in?" Henry repeated. "You need clearance from the museum."

"With this." The Doctor held up a wallet with a blank piece of paper in the ID slot. "Now, if you don't mind–"

Henry didn't move.

"You did see who I am, didn't you?"

Henry shook his head. "You held up a blank paper and you think I'm just going to let you

steal from the museum?"

The Doctor raised his eyebrows. "You don't see it?"

Henry shook his head.

"What about you two?" the Doctor held it up to Jasper and Maggie.

Maggie shook her head, but Jasper nodded.

"You– work for the president?"

The Doctor shook his head in disbelief."Note to self: Psychic paper doesn't work on Maggie Winnock and Henry Griffin." He muttered under his breath, then added to Henry "Not a bad name by the way. And I bet you can't open this thing, can you?" The Doctor grinned at Henry's expression. "So if I can open it, will you believe it's mine?"

Henry glanced at Maggie and Jasper. Even if the Doctor didn't own the box, he couldn't move it on his own. "Alright, fine."

"Thank you," The Doctor walked over to the box and inserted a key. He turned it and the door opened. The Doctor stepped inside quickly, but not before Maggie caught full sight of it.

"It's–" She gasped, staring at the box.

The door closed behind the Doctor and the box began to make a strange noise. The box faded out slowly, until it had completely vanished from the DOUM rooms, leaving three confused teenagers staring at the empty space where it had been.

A/N: Yes, my other four chapters just disappeared. I'm in the process of rewriting, and I hope to continue it, if a bit differently (reviews would help get it out faster).