[ WP ] With the earth currently under attack by aliens , Clark Kent searches for a place to change into his super suit . He decides to use the blue police public call box standing curiously in the middle of the street .

He burst through the door like he owned the place. Silly, really, even I only *sorta* own her. I glanced across the console, and Clara caught my eye 
 
 `` Oi,'' called Clara. I scowled at him ( scowling has actually become rather easy lately ) as he turned around. He was still wearing those stupid round spectacles. It was early in his career, then. He scanned the room quickly, processing his surroundings. He did n't seem surprised by the interior dimensions, at least. 
 
 He loosened his tie, dropping the coat he'd been wearing. 
 
 `` What is this? Some sort of trap?'' He looked tense, ready to strike. 
 
 `` Oh, that's lovely, is n't it,'' I said with a sarcastic chuckle, smirking at Clara. `` You burst in here and then *you're* the one who's angry. How d'you think we feel, hmm?'' 
 
 Whatever he'd been expecting, it was n't that. `` I... uh... I needed a place to change.'' I cocked an ( attack ) eyebrow. 
 
 `` And you've taken to just doing that in phone booths? What are you gon na do when cell phone are a thing?'' Clara shot me a look. I'm not really sure what it meant, but I really did n't feel like answering questions that he was going to have, particularly since I'd already answered them once in the future. `` Whatever, get on with it,'' I said, waving him on. 
 
 Clara watched him undress with particular attention. I might have been jealous when I was younger. 
 
 `` Oh, and Kal,'' I said as he stepped out. He spun on the spot. `` The robot's weak point is the fuel port on the left side of its chest.''
