The library was warm, despite the cool October air. Erida took a deep breath. She loved the smell of libraries. It was almost like smelling knowledge itself.

She handed several books over to the elderly female receptionist, who greeted her with a smile.

"Is it exam week, dear?" The elderly woman asked.

"Yes, I'm afraid so." Replied Erida. "I've got to crack down. At least the subject is interesting."

The elderly woman scanned the books out. They were about ancient Greek Gods and Goddesses, demons, and mythical creatures. She shook her head. "My grandson is into that kind of stuff. Never understood the appeal, myself. But to each their own." She then handed the books to Erida and wished her luck on her upcoming exams. Erida thanked her with a smile and exited the library.

Erida was not a college student. She wasn't even from Earth. Erida was a Time Lady from the planet Gallifrey. The last one. Or so she believed. She was a tall, slender woman with wavey black hair that at this time was pulled back into a braid and tied with a blue ribbon. Her almond shaped eyes were dark and old, and her skin was a pale. She wore a blue vest with silver floral designs, black slacks, and a black cardigan sweater. Around her neck was a seashell necklace, but they were not shells found on Earth; they were shells from Gallifrey. On a large, round, flat one, in delicate green writing, was her name in Gallifreyan. Her friend, Taxim, had made her the necklace when they had been children. But Taxim was gone now. Everyone was gone.

Erida hugged the books to her chest and walked briskly to her TARDIS. Inside it would be nice and warm and comfortable for reading.

The street was busy with countless people with nameless faces. Amother rushed her son along, crossing the street. A group of large men stood near a busstop laughing and talking. A man in a suit and a long brown coat was making frustrated noises at his cell phone.

"Working hard, gentlemen?" Erida asked the group of men as she began to pass, offering them a kind smile.

"Always, girlie, always." One of the largest said back at her, his bright white smile contrasting nicely with his dark brown skin.

She passed the man frustrated with his cell phone just as he let out a mumbled "for the love of-" His back was to her. She was a couple feet ahead of him when she heard him take a few quick steps towards her. "Excuse me, miss? Do you happen to have a-" He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

If Erida had not come from a race of people so sensitive to time, she would've sworn time slowed down. As the man touched her shoulder, she felt something she hadn't felt in years. As she turned around, she knew it was true. Erida looked into his eyes and saw that, like her, he had once gazed upon the Untempered Schism. He was a Time Lord. She was speechless. Her jaw hung open. He seemed to be just as taken aback.

"But..." he began. "You...? You can't be. How could you possibly be-?" He asked, astonishment plain in his voice.

"How can I be? How can you be?" She looked around. There were people staring. "Come on." She waved for him to follow her, then led him to an alley between a couple buildings. She put her books down on the top of a trash can lid.

"I thought I was the last." She breathed.

"So did I." He studied her with awe. "How did you survive?"

"Complete fluke." She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I tried to ram the Doctor's TARDIS at the same moment he destroyed everything. I tried to stop him. I-"

"That was you!?" The man furrowed his brow with confusion. Then he caught sight of her necklace and saw her name. His eyes grew dark quickly and his voice lowered. "Oh no, it's you!"

"W-what?" Erida took a step back. His transition from awe to alarm was terrifyingly fast.

"You were supposed to be frozen in time!" He pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Never to be awoken, Eridarrellhasilopaschore. You should be locked up!"

Oh no.

Erida took off running down the alleyway, but she could hear his footfalls close behind her. She turned the corner and had to jump over a homeless person to avoid collision, then ran across the street. It was heavily trafficked and a few cars stopped short of hitting her. It didn't seem to slow him down, but she heard police sirens. There was one last chance. She saw a boat at the end of the dock, its crew just bringing in the anchor. She ran to it.

She wasn't quick enough. Halfway down the dock, he caught up with her. He grabbed her around the waist and together they went down.

"Get off me!" she screamed, trying to free herself from him. "You're not locking me up!"

"Oh I think I am." He snarled, pinning her arms behind her just as a police officer ran up, weapon drawn.

"Stop right there!" She yelled.

With one hand still pinning Erida's hands to her back, the man reached inside his coat and produced a small wallet. "It's alright," he said, "I'm a detective. This woman here is under arrest. May I borrow your handcuffs? I dropped mine during the chase."

With horror, Erida looked on as the police officer put her gun away and handed him a pair of handcuffs. "No!" She yelled. "He's crazy! Please! Get him off me!"

The only reply she got was a "Hush you," from the man as he snapped the handcuffs on her and pulled her to her feet. She tried to pull away, but his grip on her arm was strong. He led her down the road a ways, where they attracted a few stares. Eventually they came to a more remote street, on the corner of which was a blue police box. Except it wasn't. Erida could see it for what it really was.

"Please," she said. "Don't lock me away. I'm not who everyone thought I was."

"Right. Suppose they mistook you for someone else that killed twelve prominent members of the Gallifreyan government then, eh?"

"It wasn't like that!"

"Yes, I'm sure it wasn't." He opened the door to his TARDIS and led her inside.

Past the control room, down a hall, down some stairs, to the right, down another hall, to the left. There were three rooms with long glass windows. He unlocked the first one, placed her inside, and closed the door.

She immediately made her way to the window. "Don't leave me in here!" She yelled, but he was walking away. "Stop! Please!" He ignored her. He hadn't even taken her cuffs off.

Resigned, she looked around the room. There was nothing in it. The walls and floor were white and bare. There was no bed, no table, no lamps, nothing. She walked to the wall and sat down against it, thinking of ways out.