TDS Pro.1
Blindfolded, semi-naked (they, whoever my captors are, at least let me keep my underwear. Everything else is gone.), cuffed with my hands behind my back, and being roughly set free inside of a tiny, wet stone cell (tastes like… I dunno what kind of stone. I've never run across it. It's slightly salty, but also very bitter, and… BLECH! That's what that is. That's disgusting!) are not exactly the most comfortable conditions. It smells (and tastes. Yuck!) like a backed-up sewer in here, wherever here is.
I don't know where I am. Anything about it. A week ago (if my sense of time is still as good as it always was/is), I'd been walking down the main row of a very colourful, small interstellar bazaar, looking for… anything. Something unusual or intriguing to build or take apart or eat or smell or wear. I was walking amongst the stalls, suitcoat fully buttoned (once in a blue moon), and even my long coat buckled around me, trying to keep the cold out. It was snowing, but this didn't seem to bother the merchants and stall-goers, who were going on about their business as if winter weather always happened. Which it probably did, this bizarre bazaar being on a giant asteroid orbiting the Ood's icy homeworld. But that's beside the point. It was beyond cold. And I was far enough away from the TARDIS that it would probably take a 5 or 10 minute jog (not counting dodging people) to get back to her. I couldn't even see her roof light over the surrounding heads anymore…
Holed up by a small grill stand, both from hunger and cold, I was waiting for my lunch, not really noticing anything strange around me (outside of the snow… even being near the Ood-Sphere, it's odd to see it snow.). I usually know when someone is behind me, also. This time I didn't. One millisecond, I was staring at the grill, trying to contain a wave of drool, the next, there was a dark fabric sack over my head, my arms and legs were bound, and I was being drug backwards, feet first, over the track between the stalls.
The back of my head slammed against a rock and I blacked out. When I finally came to, I was here, in this, I'm guessing, prison cell. My head is still throbbing from that rock in the road. Right now, I'm not concerned about myself, not really. I just hope the TARDIS figured out that she needed to leave…