The sky was burned orange and it set a blaze the silver leaves within the forests. The sun high as it overlooked the glass citadel which capped the capitol from the overheated rust colored planet. The continent of Wild Endeavour, the slave of the capitol between the mountains of Solace and Solitude, was the home to the people who roamed the land and called it home. All alongside such a civilization the Game, broadening the monstrosities of the Galfreyans who had lived within the Rassilon Empire, still rampaged and yet had stopped so many years ago. Through that wonderful city of life and time, the people at the heart of it, all running, always running and never stopping. At their hands, they created life and caused death. They destroyed cities and empires which reined for centuries. They were Gods and they ruled over Time and Space.

Though with such beauty came such horror, such fear. They did as they pleased, getting by even the Pythia curse of infertility. They created the looms, which wove together new life, just to get by. They jumped about, capturing the souls of warriors whom they watched kill to survive in the Game of Rassilon. Such a horrible place, such a wonderful and horrid place indeed.

She groaned as she slumped over, slamming her palm over the alarm which echoed in her tiny flat. She hated when her mind wandered around such a place, around her paintings. It wasn't a real place, it couldn't be. Rubbing her pale blue hues of sleep, she got up from the plush white sheets of her bed, stretching her arms up as her pale blonde curls rolled freely down her shoulders. She was dressed in a large plain white button up, only half buttoned and her black knickers. Opening her door, a rush past by her feet, jumping and licking her and the air around her.

"Pythia, please." She smiled as she lifted the tri-colored Pembroke corgi from the ground and fastened her on her hip. "Alright, let's get you some breakfast, yeah?"

Martha sank back into one of the seats within the TARDIS, her arms crossed and her brow raised. Her eyes were locked on the man who galloped around the console, hands darting, pulling, pressing, twisting, and tightening things as he went. She was almost mesmerized by how easily he went about talking of different planets, different stars and species and all around him he was still controlling their big blue box. She had lost interest in what he had been saying, something about how he had met Aztecs and how they had tried and sacrificed his friend in hopes of getting it to rain. She really didn't have a mind to listen to his chatter about past companions, though it was better than him talking about Rose.

Just at the sound of her name, Martha wanted to growl. She didn't understand why Rose was so important. She was gone now, she wasn't coming back. He had said it himself to Jack; she had been trapped in a parallel world and couldn't come back. Martha just didn't want to hear them chatting about and crying over how they had lost her. What made her so important anyways?

"Martha? Are you alright?" His voice broke her angering thoughts as he looked over from the console to his companion.

He had clearly informing her of some of his past adventures, asking whether or not she wanted to go and see some of the old civilizations of humanity when he saw it. It was a look, a very nasty kind of look. He hated those, so he had decided to break her thoughts and clearly it had worked because now she was leaning over the console, smiling like always.

"Yeah, fine as always." She scanned over the console, as if trying to make sense of all the nobs, levers and buttons which surrounded the center panel of the TARDIS. "So, where are we going then?"

The Doctor smiled, though he had offered her many options, obviously she hadn't been listening. He didn't mind much, most people gave up half way through his talks and only caught small pieces; he didn't blame them. Pulling down a lever, he smiled. "Italy, 753 BC, the founding of Rome." Martha copied the smile from his lips, as the TARDIS gave a large jerk and with it something crashed.

The Doctor cried out, continuing to yell out 'No no no no nooo'. Martha was thrown back into the chair she had previous been in and the Doctor shoved back as well. She asked him, but he ignored her, sprinting all around, slamming buttons and pulling levers and flicking switches all at once. With another large jerk, Martha and the Doctor were thrown away from the console, like it didn't want them to touch it. That never stopped the Doctor. Martha was gripping tightly to the bars which surrounded the console area, holding down her urge to vomit. The Doctor continued, no matter how hard the TARDIS jerked and pulled him from the machine, he continued till sparks began to fly.

"Doctor! What's happening!" She shouted, nearly being thrown off the deck in another swirling jerk.

"Something's interfering with Time vortex manipulator and causing a large wave of energy which is taking control of the TARDIS!" He shouted at her as he took advantage of another jerk, tossing himself into the console and pulling another strange lever with him,

"What does that even mean?"

"It means this'll be a rough landing!" He shouted as he slammed his hand onto a large green button.

Martha barely had a chance to tighten her grasp on the railing when he pushed the button. She was falling, they were falling. Martha screamed as she tried to keep her body close to the floor, keeping herself from being flung into the ceiling of the ship. With a large crash and a rumble which rolled out through the machine, the two of them collapsing to the ground. Martha groaned her whole body in pain. The lights of the TARDIS had died and the only light she got was the sparks which flew in every direction from the console. The Doctor had quickly begun to run around, diagnosing the problem.

"Doctor, where are we and what just happened?" Martha groaned as she slowly rose from the floor to her feet.

"I had to make an abrupt landing, and in the process it seems the time manipulation sequence has been shifted and that short circuited the main controls, which brought down the shields, causing the jerking and swirling about." Standing up, he grabbed the monitor, hitting the side of it, trying to get it working. "As for where we are, I have no clue." He angrily threw the monitor aside, rubbing his brow.

"Well, we could just, go out and look. Can't be that bad can it?" Martha smirked lightly, ignoring his protests as she began for the doors.

"Martha, we've just dropped out of time vortex, I have no idea what out there." He shut the door as she had just slightly opened it, she raised a brow.

"Yeah, and that's never stopped you before, has it?" She smiled shrugging off his hand and opening the door.

She slid out the door, a salty breeze washing over her face. She looked around, seeing the ocean on the horizon. Looking out she could old stone building, or rather ruins, and the engines of cars roaming down the main street. She was easily able to deduce that it was Earth, looking out and seeing people, and by the many contemporary vehicles, obviously around the same time she was. Though looking out, that was about all she could make out. Poking her head back into the machine, see noticed the Doctor had disappeared.

"Doctor, it's Earth but I don't really know where or when exactly." Martha shouted, looking all around as she walked back up to the console.

"Swansea, Whales, 21st century." The Doctor replied, Martha noticing him under the console, almost entangled within the many colored wires below.

"And you can tell that from…?" Martha crossed her arms, her brow raised.

He looked up from his glasses at her and then back at whatever he was doing. "Superior Time Lord senses. Now go on, this'll take me a while to fix."

Martha nearly jumped out of her shoes and smiled. Rushing out, she let the Swansea city take her on a new adventure.