The door was a foot away, six inches, three inches, at her fingertips. She grabbed the handle, pulled it open, and she was inside. Eyes closed, shoulders shaking, she leaned against the door and slid down until the reached the floor. Sleep took her instantly.
Running, running, running, thought the Doctor with a grin, is that all I ever do? No, shut up, stay focused. You're running for a reason.
He barely made it inside the Tardis when a BOOM shook the air. "Well," the Doctor said aloud, "that took care of itself nicely". A lever was pulled, a dial spun, and the Tardis spun off through the time vortex.
A hallway filled with smoke. Footsteps. Screams. She gasped awake in an unfamiliar bed. What is this place? How did I get here? she thought frantically. The last thing she remembered was running for the strange blue box.
She had been at the hospital when the alarms started going off and the screaming had started. They had cleared everyone out with no explanation, but outside it was no better. You could barely see for all the smoke. There were so many people; she was hardly able to move. Then all of a sudden, she was alone. A scream erupted behind her, and she started to run out of panic and confusion. Something blue appeared through the smoke. The closer she got, the clearer it became. It was a funny looking blue shed of sorts, but it could've been a shoebox for all she cared. She ran for it, desperate for any sort of refuge.
So where am I now? she wondered. Not that she was complaining; the room was magnificent. She was lying in a bed in the center of a large bedroom. Its walls were painted with thousands of fiery stars that shone with such a light they seemed as though they had been snatched straight out of the sky. Behind the stars, the walls were a bluish black that never seemed to settle no matter how long she stared. Despite the dark walls, the room glowed with a strange golden light. With no obvious point of origin, it seemed to dance through the air as if it were alive.
She looked down at herself. No longer was she wearing the rotten hospital gown she remembered from the night before. In its place was a long nightgown of shimmering blue. "Wow," she marveled aloud. Hold on, she thought, I don't remember changing. Pushing that worrisome thought aside, she pulled off the covers and stepped out of bed.
