What if you went to this place at night and somewhere amongst the sea of red boxes a telephone started to ring?
Pick it up. It’s for you.
And on the other line : “Are you my mummy?”
As you drop the phone in horror, you start running, and running.
And then you see it. Standing starkly against the rusted red phone boxes there is a single blue box.
… because everything is Doctor Who and (almost) nothing hurts.
The Red Phone box graveyard