Henry: Feeling restless, Henry got out of bed. His head felt extra heavy from the new bandages, but he saw that a light on and that Clare wasn't in bed with him. Clumsily, he tossed the heavy blankets off and slowly got himself up. Once he was on his feet a tidal wave of dizziness came over him, and for a moment he thought he might time travel, but he fought through it. Slowly, but steadily he went to find Clare.

Sure enough, she was in her Art Studio, which was the usual place she could be find at this hour, when she wasn't in bed with Henry. It seemed she had just finished whatever she'd been working on and got up from her stool, artwork in hand, when she turned around and grabbed at the desk behind her, startled. Clearly, she hadn't expected Henry to be standing in the dimly lit door frame.
"Oh Henry, you gave me a fright." She said and calmed herself. "You need your sleep. What are you doing up?"
"Can't sleep Clare, hurts", Henry mumbled. Clare looked sympathetic and offered to get him some more pain killers from the kitchen if he got back in bed, but was interrupted by Henry, who had been distracted by the sketch in her hand. He indicated for her to show him and Clare obliged, wrapping an arm around her husband's waist. She held up her latest project. It looked like a phone booth of some kind, with a light on top of it.

"You still don't remember what happened, do you?" Clare said. Henry shook his head slightly, but stopped, when he realised the action made him feel more ill. "Henry it was the strangest thing. After that British fellow dropped you home and I'd gotten off the phone I looked out to the window and he walked inside something just like this. I checked later though and the box was gone. I've been reading about these Henry. They had them in the 1950's, but only in Britain. Imagine that! This has been one strange day. I'm still not sure who that guy was. He said he lived round here, but that's the first time I've seen him. He didn't give a name either. I just wish I could have said thank you to him properly, before he left like that. I can't imagine what could have happened if he wasn't there to help you."
"Well, you don't have to", Henry reminded his wife, kissing her hair. "I'm going to be fine after some bed rest."

Clare:Clare looked up at her husband, his eyelids were drooping and he was swaying on his feet. "Then that's what you're going to get right now", she insisted and helped Henry back into bed, giving him another one of his pills, then slipping into bed next to him. Henry wrapped an arm around Clare, who was soon fast asleep, comforted by her husband's presence, in the here and now.

It wasn't long before she was dreaming of that mysterious and wonderful blue box.


[A/N: Let me know what you thought please. I sort of wrote the last three chapters in an excited hurry, so they're probably not so up to scratch. I'm open to making changes though. Thanks for reading.]