I'd been searching for months for evidence against The Lion, a formerly cowardly and now corrupt lawyer. I'd heard he was involved with extortion and other shady deals.

I'd collected nearly enough evidence to put him away, and that night, I was in the Warehouse District of the Emerald City, about to break into a warehouse I was led to believe was his. The piece du resistance for my case was in there.

OK, I'll admit my evidence-gathering means weren't always the most legal, but sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

It was dark by the time I got to the warehouse. I wanted to wrap things up, get home to sleep, and attempt to get an early start on things the next morning. But, in the private detective business, things never work out that way.

The building was dark and quiet. I hoped there weren't any surprises waiting for me inside.

The windows in the building were too high to reach, and there was no way I could open the shipment doors. Lucky for me, though, though the main door was locked, there seemed to be no security system in place. Although there was this odd, empty plant pot next to it…

I was also lucky that there was a crowbar just lying there on the side of the road. I was just about to use it to open the door when…

An odd whirring noise and flashing white lights came from behind me. As I turned to look, this odd blue box, apparently called a "Police Box," materialized out of thin air.

A man in a black leather jacket and a blond girl stepped out.

"Well, Rose," said the man, "It seems we've completely missed the mark again."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said. "Who are you two, and where did you come from?"

"I'm The Doctor," the man told me. "And this is Rose Tyler."

"Apparently we've come over the rainbow," the girl, Rose, said, taking in her surroundings.

"Could you guys go back? I'm kinda in the middle of trying to find evidence to bring down a corrupt lawyer. I'm a private detective, you know." I waved my crowbar at them.

I turned to go back to jimmying open the door. The Doctor brushed by me, followed by Rose.

"I wouldn't do it that way, if I were you," he said. He pulled a funny mechanical stick out of his coat, pointed it at the door, and flashed it. He then stuck the stick back in his pocket.

And the door opened… and slammed again. Alarms and red flashing lights started going off. A giant poppy grew out of the pot and gassed us. Sure. No security system.

If I was awake, I might've felt ashamed.