Well that had been very interesting. Jeannie was not entirely certain what had just happened, but there had been many loud pops from various directions, and then there had been the blue light. It was over quickly then everything had sort of gone still. Even sitting on the park bench, Jeannie had noticed the sudden quiet.
Looking around, she wondered what had made the cars and city noises stop like that. It almost made her ears tingle. In face, she lifted one finger to gently rub at one earlobe, tilting her head to the side. As she did so, she noticed something very odd. Very odd, indeed.
There seemed to be a blue box stuck in the sky. There were no wires holding it up, and it did not sit on a pole. And if that was not strange enough, it seemed to be… well… flickering. Like a light bulb about to blow out. What would happen if the box blew out? Could it even do that? Well, it was doing other things a blue box should not be able to do, so perhaps it could.
Watching it curiously for a moment, the djinn noticed that there was writing on the box. In large white letters across the top it said “Police Box” with smaller letters that said “Public Call” between the words Police and Box. Was there a police officer inside the box? Was he trapped? Jeannie utterly loathed the idea of anyone being stuck someplace that they did not wish to be. There was quite a difference between her going to her bottle because she wished to be alone, and being trapped inside her bottle unable to leave. She hated being restrained and did not like to think of anyone else suffering that way either.
And just that quickly, Jeannie decided she needed to rescue the trapped police officer. It was the right thing to do. One arm crossed over the other, held at chest height, and she stood up to blink and nod. But she did not arrive inside a blue box. Instead, she was inside a rather bizarre room with an odd staircase and clothing all over the place. Jeannie stared for a moment then came to the conclusion that she must have misblinked. It seemed to happen sometimes here in The City.
Very quickly, Jeannie blinked herself back to the park, looked up, got a bearing on the blue box again, then blinked. And ended up back in the odd room with the clothes and the staircase. Frowning, she took a moment to think. This obviously could not be the inside of the box. If for no other reason than that she did not see a police officer anywhere. So she tried once more, blinking to her original starting point beside the park bench and concentrating very hard this time. She nodded so emphatically, her fez nearly fell off. But when she opened her eyes, it was the same as before.
Well that was that then. This, wherever it was, had something to do with the blue box. She would simply have to figure out what that was. And where she was. Only then could she help the police officer trapped inside. With a little shrug, she lightly tripped down the spiral staircase, one hand skimming over the oddly warm metal railing. This was very odd indeed, but Jeannie felt no alarm. For some reason, she actually quite liked the place. It could definitely use some pink, though.
And a map, she added to herself fifteen minutes later as she wandered down a hallway. Thus far she had found a greenhouse, a bathroom with a tub the size of a pool, what she could only imagine was some sort of bedroom even though it had not contained a bed, and an art gallery. At least, she thought it was an art gallery. What she had not located, though, was a person. Any person. A place this large should have servants at the very least, should it not? Oh, where was she?
“Hello?” she finally called in mild frustration. “Is anyone here?”