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There had been talk of strange things in the city. Well, there was always talk of strange things going on in this city. Lately, there’d been odd flashes in the night sky. The conspiracy theorists of the area who stood in Times Square with their signs, shouting frequently offensive spiels, claimed it was aliens.

Of course, James wasn’t entirely closed off to the idea of aliens. After all he was an immortal vampire who occasionally made it his business to be a soldier of fortune and take out undesirable individuals. Not to mention, he was a former preacher. Truly, stranger things than aliens walked the streets of New York.

The energy of every human’s paranoia buzzed through the city that night, as he walked on Madison Avenue. He intended to make a nighttime trip to Central Park, a frequent hangout for supernatural folk. He’d heard from a warlock friend who heard from a werewolf friend who’d heard from a demon friend that there was a fairy in the park telling stories about vampires, and he had to sate his curiosity. 

As he neared the park, he heard strange noises. Well, stranger than usual. This place was full of odd sounds. He approached the alley the noises had seemed to come from, glancing down it to see a-- a blue box? A police box, of all things. He hadn’t seen one of those in many years, and certainly not on this continent. He shrugged, assuming it was some art installation by the locals, and began to walk off. Before he could far, he thought he heard movement and paused, turning back. 

“i-i... i don’t know.” she admitted with a little hesitation. “perhaps i don’t know what exactly. but i want to be better. for everyone. for you.”