wildcard
Spotting something in the distance, she clambered to her feet and darted forward, staring hard at the cluster of bright colors. Balloons, she realized. They were balloons, tied to the top of a telephone box. Most had popped, broken, empty, a sad sight, but not to her. The thought meant so much more at the moment. She broke into a run, boots slipping over rocks, a grin splitting her face. He was here. She reached their meeting place moments later, practically slamming into the blue booth. Scrambling with the small, latched handle, she shoved the door open and, with the anticipation of a child at Christmastime, bounded inside.
"Doctor!"