We're all stories, in the end
I ran furiously up to my bedroom, grabbed a suitcase from under my bed and started flinging my clothes and belongings in.
There was suddenly a massive crash and shatter of glass and I was thrown across the room. I sat up, my head pounding, and found myself staring right at a blue box marked 'police'.
As I was trying to understand what had just happened, the door to the box opened and a man stepped out.
He was dressed simply in a white shirt and navy trousers. They were chared and he looked quite dazed. "Oh, hello." I just stared at him blankly, then he spied the mess of my room, "er oops?"