Dreaming Of The Unfeasibility

"Now, time to explain yourself..." Came a rather commanding feminine voice, the Scottish accent in the voice was heavy, from the shadows of the dark cold Tardis that hummed peacefully.
Quickly a young women slipped out of the gloom, wavy scarlet hair neatly resting on her shoulder blades her soft pale skin illuminated by the dim light that came off the Tardis computer monitor.
"Why" Came another voice, more masculine and rather bitter and cold sounding "Where's the fun ?"
The women stepped back brushing her red hair behind her ears, her cold green gaze fixed onto the figure of a rather darkly dressed man whose icy glare seemed to send shivers down her spine.
"The Doctor said you were known as the Dreamlord" She mumbled, spitting the last word with repugnance as she attempted to lock eyes with the man who stood before her.
A small gust of cold wind blew past her, the quite hum of the dimly lit Tardis grew louder and the flurry of wind began to quicken in pace and strengthen. The red headed Scottish girl shuddered trying desperately to keep her gaze locked into the dark cold eyes of the Dreamlord, but quickly she fell to the chilly glass floor of the Tardis with a loud thud the glass beneath her cracking before a abrupt darkness engulfed her.