When I woke up, I wasn't aware of the cold floor underneath me, or the cold air. The only thing I was knew was the memory of Gallifrey burning, Dalek ships falling out of the sky, and the feeling of unfiltered, focused, absolute was nothing like watching your home, your planet, your civilization fall. I let a few tears slip. I didn't know where I was, or how much time has passed. The image of my two best friends burning into nonexistance was branded into the back of my eyelids.
No. I shook myself. You can morn later. Right now, finding out where you are would be a good idea. I opened my eyes. I was in a dark room, and my Tardis was right in front of me. Well, I thought. That was easy. I pulled myself to my feet. I was still wearing my long, red Gallifreyan dress, the matching red and gold robe, and the gold headpiece. There had been an emergency meeting in the High Council that I had been required to attend, even as just an intern, and I had started running right when that had ended. Well, it never actually did end. The world just started falling apart.
There was a chain around my ankle, which I easily soniced off, but other than that I couldn't see anything else that would prevent me from getting to the Tardis. I began walking over, but there was a thick line of green slime trailing inbetwen us. I pulled out my sonic and it glowed and hummed for a couple seconds before showing me the readings.
"Lurm." I mused out loud. "Of course. Only the Lurm could be that stupid to capture a Time Lady, not disarm her and put her in the same room as her Tardis." I hopped easely over the slime, opened the Tardis and closed the door behind me. The interior glowed warmly, welcoming me home. The gently domed walls were soft, muted gold, the floor was white marble that never needed to be poloished or shinned, the console had hundreds of various green, red, and gold buttons and switches on it, the giant tube in the center that conected to the celing had several tubes inside of it that were either blue or gold, the railings around the console pad were gold matching the walls, and there was a small living area on the opposite side of the console, complete with two plush couches and a oval mahogany coffie table. There was a large staircase matching the marble floor and railing to the left of the doors conecting to the console pad.
Slowly, I walked up to the console pad. I had done this so many times, with so much innocence. Back then, I had thought that I was far from innocent, but I was far from right. My mind was clear and free from what I had seen. I gripped the railing. I saw myself whipp the doors open. I caught a glimps of nothing but fire outside, everything and everyone burning, burning exept me. I wasn't even charred. I saw myself fly to the console and flip several buttons, anything to take me away from there. I saw myself whipp my head around and stare out at the still open doors. Everything was still falling down, people were still screaming, Daleks were still murdering. The entire sky was ablaze with death. I didn't know how I survived, but I had. The smaller tubes in the console began to move up and down, and the doors slammed shut. Past me let a few tears slip. But I had been aimlessly flying, and not paying attenton to were I was going. The Tardis shuddered, and I would had been slammed into its side if I hadn't had an iorn gripp on the console. The Tardis shuddered again, more violently this time, and I slammed against one of the railings. I saw myself pass out, and the flash back ended.
I slowly realized I was been crying. My hearts were numb and broken, and my brain was fried. I had seen too much in too little time. Time. It would be the end of me, I just knew it.
I wobbled on my feet. I realised that I probably hadn't been out for long, probably at max only three hours, and before that life hadn't exactly been easy. The Time Lords had been in a huge war, the Time War, and I hadn't gotten any proper sleep in a long time. Every able bodied Time Lord had done their duty to Gallifrey, including my brother and I. My brother had been killed before he could regenerate, a few days before I had run away. I had cried hardest. We had done so much together when we were younger. He had been 135 years older than me, but we had remained close our entire lives. I sobbed, then clapped a hand over my mouth. This was too much death, too much pain. I wobbled over to the living area and prompletly collasped on a couch. My eyes were still open when I fell asleep.