“Sir! Wait just a minute, sir, if you would —“ he called out, rushing across the asphalt to the rather incongruous phone booth, hoping to catch his suspect before he made whatever call he planned to make.

He grabbed the edge of the booth’s wooden door just before it could snap shut, pushed it open again, and stumbled forward, opening his mouth to say, I’m so sorry, Doctor, but I just need to know one more thing.

The door clicked shut behind him, a room opened up around him, and if he asked his question, it was lost in the strange, whooshing roaring sound that echoed in his ears.