Flying through the time vortex, the Doctor works the controls of the Tardis, pushing buttons and pulling levers, setting controls.
"Where are we going Doctor?" Martha asks.
"I don't know exactly! I wasn't really setting a destination per se"
"Doctor, do you have some idea where we're heading?"
"Just a tiny beanie bit. We're headed to a remote planet where, hopefully, we can rest and relax." The Doctor manages to say, before almost getting tossed to the floor by the turbulence that's hit the Tardis!
"Ouch!" Martha shouts as she is thrown to the floor.
"Martha are you ok"
"Yes, I'm fine! What in the world was that?"
"I don't know - some type of turbulent energy from the vortex…. What?"
The Doctor says, as he stares into a hole in the Tardis that is letting in immense light, and strong winds that are kicking up higher and higher. "Martha! Take my hand, and don't let go of it!"
"Doctor, I won't let go!" Martha shouts over the increasing winds howling around them like the winds of a tornado.
"Doctor!" Martha screams -as her hand slowly slides out of the Doctor's hand -as she is pulled into the tornado of light and wind.
Getting knocked to the floor, unconscious, a cut forming on his right arm just below his shoulder, the Doctor gets pulled into the tornatic vortex of light and wind!
Closing as suddenly as it came, the Tardis is empty as it flies after its master.
Waking up in a castle chamber, on a bed with light gold colored sheets, and tapestries hanging from the walls, depicting the castles history and family lineage.
"Your Majesty are you alright?" A servant asks, bowing to Martha.
"What is going on?"
"You fell down a small flight of stairs, and were knocked unconscious! Me and your hand maidens brought you to your chambers to rest! I am relieved to see you are alright!"
"I am fine! Please help me up on my feet - I need to stand up. What?
Martha says, startled -as she looks down at her clothes, and sees she's wearing a soft blue and white Elizabethan dress and soft white shoes on her feet to match the dress.
"What's wrong, majesty? Did your dress get torn?"
"No, I'm fine! Sorry - I was just a little uneasy for a moment - this is a big change!"
"How so, majesty?"
"Sorry! My mind is in a fog -give me a moment to collect myself!"
"Of course, Majesty! You have been through quite a lot today!"
"I need to walk in the gardens for a while, to clear my mind, and to get some air. I feel like I'm going to faint, if I don't get outside for a while!"
"Do you need me to guide you out to the gardens until you're more steady on your feet?"
"No, I will be fine alone!"
"As you wish, Majesty."
Leaving her chambers, Martha walks down a long hallway, her shoes making a clinking sound as she walks down the stony floor.
"Doctor? Are you here Doctor!" Martha calls softly, so no one will hear her.
Trying to find him as she walks, her mind swimming as to how she had gotten here. Looking around at the tapestries and paintings she realizes that the castle has had a long and happy history only sprung by a small war with a neighbouring kingdom that was defeated in the battle.
"Wow this castle is amazing! What -that can't be...Martha says, stopping in front of a paining of herself - or what looks like herself!
"This must be an ancestor -or I just have a strong resemblance to who ever this is!"
"It is you, your Majesty! Why do you talk so strangely? Are you alright? You took quite a fall!"
"I'm fine! I just forgot for a moment this was here!
"Take care, your Majesty!"
Moving along the hallway, she finds the entrance to the gardens, marked by a high stone arch. Walking along the stone path, she looks at the flowers. Irises, roses and other flowers -scents fill the air.
"The flowers smell so good out here!" Martha says to herself, as a light breeze tosses her hair around.
Enjoying being there, she wanders through the gardens, hoping to hear the Doctor call to her.
"Doctor are you here? Doctor?" Martha calls softly, so none of the servants will hear her.
"He's not here! I have to find him somehow! I have to get out of the castle!" Martha says to herself.
"Your Majesty!" A servant says, running up to Martha.
"Yes what is it?"
"The High Council would like to meet with you!"
"I will speak with the High council in time! Tell them I need time to rest and recover for a few days!"
"I will tell them. Majesty!" The servant girl says, bowing.
"No need to tell them - I will tell them myself!"
"Lord Remey!" The girl says, with a bow.
"Go now - leave me with the Queen - only come when you're called! Now, go away!"
"As you wish, Lord Remey!"
"Majesty."
"Hey -don't talk to her like that! Treat her with some respect!"
"Majesty, I meant no disrespect - but she can't stand in our presence, and speak without being spoken to! It's because of her rank! She is below our status!"
"What is it the council wishes to talk to me about?"
"Walk with me, Majesty. We can't be so close to certain ears!" Lord Remey says, looking over at the servant. "The Council and I, we see you as a great ruler of our kingdom, bringing peace and prosperity to our kingdom. We want you to choose a husband to rule beside you, as your king!"
"Someday, yes Lord Remey. But not now - please save such matters for when I am well!"
"As you wish, Majesty! I only mean to give you the Council's thoughts."
"I know! I am sorry for my outburst - but I am worried greatly about my friend, whom I was seeing yesterday and I think he got lost in the forest. I must find him!"
"Him?"
"It's not like that at all , Lord Remey! How dare you think such thoughts!"
"Majesty you misunderstand I..."
"No matter ! Servant girl!" Martha calls.
"Yes Majesty?"
"Please get my horse ready. I wish to ride in the forest, to look for my friend, as others don't seem to care about such things- as her Majesty does!" Martha says with a huff, as she follows the servant.
"This way Majesty, to the royal stables."