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The TARDIS Graveyard
Clair's P.O.V.
Taking the shape of a large china cabinet, the Type 51, Mark I TT Capsule\TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimensions In Space), Clair, was lying in the middle of a field of destruction, where she had come to rest after laying waste to the area around her. The area in question was astonishingly small, compared to what a TARDIS could have done at the time of the Event, which spoke to the state of mind the wondrous machine was in when the attack happened. Such horrible agony, fear and sorrow at being alone, having lost all her Time Lord pilots, all of whom she was bonded to through their Rassilon Imprimaturi, all of them pilots she had been bonded to for many centuries, torn away in an instant, killed in a white hot moment of horror, pain, fear, and sorrow.
She was probably the only remaining operational (albeit dormant) TARDIS in that dark place, and she had been so alone for so very, very long that the first contact with a Time Lord or human she could get, she would take it. To a TARDIS, being alone is not like it is for humans or Time Lords. For a TARDIS, being alone is the absolute worst possible fate, short of complete destruction or death of the operator(s). A TARDIS is a sentient being, but more than that, TARDISes are both dependent upon social interaction to survive, and very socially hardy creatures, capable of surviving with contact from only one sentient creature out of a hundred million billion galaxies, instead of the many, many consciousnesses a TARDIS is created alongside and communicates with in the Dry Dimension Dockyards on Gallifrey.
She was not asleep-TARDISes cannot sleep, they don't need to- but she was in something similar to sleep-mode, but not quite, a state somewhat akin to emergency power, but not exactly. She was scanning, scanning endlessly for any recognizable sign of Gallifreyan technology. She drew power from the nearby space-time rift and kept herself sustained while she dozed on and constantly watched the skies for her brethren and also monitored the nearby rift. It was small, much too small for her to slip through, but large enough that a Time Lord or human might-might-be able to slip through.
Michael's P.O.V.
Cold winter nights are the best for stargazing, however, staying up 'til quarter past four in the morning on a school night, is most certainly NOT best for waking up at 6 o'clock that same morning, Michael thought groggily as he rolled out of bed, dragged himself to the bathroom and showered quickly, trundled back to his bedroom and dressed himself in his school uniform (shirt and tie), retrieved his jacket and pack with his schoolwork in it, went downstairs and went out the front door. He waltzed down the driveway, thinking somewhat clearer thanks to the shower, and noticed a kind of disturbance, a certain physical wrongness to the treeline. The curious boy he was, he ran over to investigate it, completely unaware that the disturbance was in fact, a rift in space-time. Due to the rift's visual nature, he was unable to accurately determine exactly where it was and fell right into it and came out on the other side, in a cold, dank, fairly dark, but surprisingly breathable atmosphere, with odd shapes of anything and everything around him.
Clair's P.O.V.
Clair was monitoring the sky and the rift in her half-awake state when she received a high enough activity reading on the rift that it brought her right awake, or at least, as awake as one can be after around ten thousand years of living in a half-awake, half-asleep state of existence. A space-time rift constantly releases different types of energies, and when an object or life-form crosses through one, it releases these same energies, there are simply more of them. These elevated energies can be detected by the proper equipment, like that aboard a TARDIS. The rift also bears a chance of opening wider with each crossing, similar to a dam with a crack in it, the water leaking through forcing the crack to get bigger and bigger until a flood ensues. Granted, it wouldn't be quite the same: The rift itself would consume the world, not a flood of cosmic… stuffs.
Like all TARDISes, Clair possessed scanners that were capable of locating and identifying, not just rift fluctuations, but life-forms of all shapes and sizes (and time sensitivities), and, for the first time in around ten thousand years, the scanner which registered life-forms picked up a reading. A Time Lord? She thought hopefully. No, this is not a Time Lord. This is a human. Another sentient being…
There shall soon be more! Just a little longer…