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A peculiar cyclic, wheezing vwoooorp vworrrrp vwoorpping sounded on the quiet streets of London, stirring up a breeze as if from nowhere. Newspapers proclaiming the End of Days blew about in whirlwind spurts like tiny tornadoes along the cobbles and across the curb. The air fizzled for a brief moment. An alleyway previously unimportant was about to be the location of legend. This extraordinary affair of blue police boxes materializing out of thin air was witness only to a small tabby digging in an overturned bin down the lot. The vwoorp vwooorp vworrping ended abruptly and sent the cat screaming down the alley. “Well, here we are then,