Prologue
The Doctor ran to the console, hoping the door of the TARDIS wouldn't open again. The pillar in the middle was turning a purple hue, a bad sign. "Come on… Come ooon!" he shouted, grabbing a flashing lever and wrenching it backward.
All of a sudden, in a flash of sparks, a wire snapped, the ends thrashing around, just missing the railings. A gasp escaped The Doctor, scared yet determined at the same time. Always the survivor. He thought as he grappled with the controls, trying to avoid the writhing wire.
As he grasped the controls, he wondered if he had met his match. NEVER. I have lived too long, it's too late for me to die now! So many memories… I could do so much more…
And this is what he thought as he fell through the sky, towards the earth, faster and faster, until it seemed there would be no other fate.
Doors flung open.
Empty sky.
Falling…
Falling…
Earth.
Closer.
Closer.
Blackness.
A few orange sparks flicker on his fingers, an attempt to regenerate.
I don't want to go! There's nothing. Where am I?
Silence and the end of all things.
Red lights flickering, falling… time, space, into the spaces between spaces. So the TARDIS falls, spinning, tumbling.
Glasses shatter.
Lights flicker.
Burning.
Darkness.
Hard earth.
A slight pulsing blue light flickers to life, just. The only sign of life in the TARDIS.