Brian's Story

Brian stood back from the canvas, paint brush in hand, peering at the portrait in front of him with concern. He wasn't sure who it was a portrait of the image had just come to him in the night nagging him till he got up. His brush dashing across the paper in broad strokes, a picture of a Edwardian gentleman in a smart velvet jacket convalesced on the page.

"Hmm…" he tilted his head to the right and then to the left. "Hmm…"

"Are you going to stand there all day?" said the painting unexpectedly.

Brian almost jumped out of his skin stumbling back towards the door.

"W-w-what," he looked around him, thinking perhaps he had been smelling too many paint fumes. "This can't be happening."

"I can assure you it is. I don't like being stuck in two dimensions but if you could just get me out of the painting I would be so grateful."

"What…I mean who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor. I would shake hands but as you can see it's not possible. I'm feeling a little flat."

"I'm sorry." Suddenly the phone rang. "Excuse me." He picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

He mouthed, 'I'll just be a moment'.

"Yes mum…no mum…I won't forget…bye."

"Who was that then?" asked the Doctor, with a smile.

"Just my mum…"

"I guessed. Are you going to help me?"

"Erm…I suppose so. How do I…help?"

"Do you know what a police call box looks like?"

"Erm…no, ah yes…I think so."

"I want you be confident about this it's very important. I need you to paint one into a picture…well I actually need a TARDIS it just looks like a police box."

"Police box, right."

He picked up the paintbrush and went to place it on the canvas but suddenly pulled back.

"It's blue."

"I know…I just need to," Brian took a deep breath. "Make sure I stay true to the artistic mood of the piece."

"Can you do it a little quicker please?"

Brian stood back dipped the brush in the paint and swiped at the canvas at a furious pace.

Soon the image of the TARDIS formed on the page.


"I'm eternally grateful…Brian isn't it?"

"Yes," he gave an odd look. "I didn't tell you my name."

"I told you mine, didn't I?" replied the Doctor, his image moving across the canvas towards the TARDIS. "I hope this works."

He walked through the 2D doors and with an eerie grating noise the whole painting disappeared.