A blue box fades into view in a dark and abandoned alley way. Out steps a dark haired man with a blank, and very tired, look. He looks about him, silently, almost in thought before he silently strides in direction of a nearby building.
'There must be a reason to why I'm here.' thinks the raggedy man as he steadily walks down a crowded street, weaving in and out of traffic, worn looking converse separating his cotton covered feet from the slightly mild concrete ground. To the people around, it seemed like any other London day, mild, cloudy. But to him, something significant was just waiting to happen. Granted he had no idea what it was, but a