A stocky young man with unruly black spiky hair sat with his legs crossed and shoulders hunched over a pad of paper. He frowned at the paper, his arched brows coming together in the middle; he wiped his hand gently over the paper, clearing away a residue of rubber shavings. He held the piece of art up and examined it from arms length; he nodded decisively and lowered it again. A quick flourish in the corner and he had signed the drawing, now proclaiming it to be the work of Rook Turner.
He placed the pad of paper on his bedside table and yawned widely as he turned to stare blearily at the digital clock that was blinking at him from the aforementioned table. His eyes widened as he saw the time; 3 am! He knew his insomnia was bad, and when he got caught up in his art he lost all track of time, but this was ridiculous.
Rook shook his head, ran a hand through his hair and flopped down to lie on his back. He stared at the ceiling for a while before he shrugged out of his t-shirt and jeans, rolled onto his side, and let his eyes slide shut. Without opening his eyes he groped for the familiar plush touch of his wolf toys fur, he found it and drew the toy to his chest, cuddling it in tight while smiling and mumbling, "Night, Jack." He raised his hand into the air and slapped it against the wall, catching the light switch and turning it off before managing to slip into an exhausted sleep.
The Doctor, Martha and Jack all sat around the kitchen table in the TARDIS, cradling mugs of tea or coffee in their hands and chatting genially as the TARDIS floated through space. Jack moved to take a sip of coffee when the TARDIS jolted sharply, spilling the dark, aromatic liquid all over the Captain and the kitchen table. He cursed loudly and jumped up, while Martha and the Doctor clung to the small table and rode out the shudders of the TARDIS.
The three companions shared significant looks and pushed over their chairs as they struggled out of their seats, all making a mad dash to the central hub of the TARDIS. The Doctor and Jack crowded each other as they both stared at the little computer screen on the central column, Martha watching from a safe distance, she absently patted one of the coral-like columns reassuringly, whether for her benefit or the TARDIS's she wasn't sure.
The Doctor frowned at the display in confusion, "It can't be!" He exclaimed, his words trailing into rambling mumbles un-intelligible to Jack and Martha. Jack stared at the computer screen, trying to discern the exact meanings of the geometric Gallifreyan language. Martha raised her eyebrows at the Doctor, her dark eyes following him as he paced, "What, Doctor?" She asked, desiring the usual explanation.
He looked up, his chocolate eyes meeting her darker brown, "We're being pulled in by something. It's pulling us towards Earth, Cardiff, 2009. I don't know what's there but something is calling the TARDIS, she's fighting it, that's why she's all loud and jerky, the signal is too strong." Martha shared a worried look with the Doctor and rubbed the column she was still leaning on, cooing softly to the TARDIS.
Jack had frozen at the mention of Cardiff 2009; he turned to face the Doctor sharply. "We can't go to Cardiff!" The Doctor raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Nothing I can do Jack, the TARDIS is being pulled, we'll have to refuel anyway, her efforts at resisting are exhausting her." Jack gave the Doctor a stricken look before hanging his head and walking away from the central hub and slumping down into the tiny driver's seat.
A low and reverberating rumble permeated the air of the darkened streets around the bay area of Cardiff. Many early risers looking to the clear sky with confusion, and many peacefully sleeping residents of the nearby apartments waking or rolling over in their sleep as they were disturbed by the odd vibrating rumble.
One young lad rolled over and nearly opened his eyes as the rumble filled his room, accompanied by the wailing sound of distressed time engines. As the rumble and the wailing quieted and the air of his room stilled, Rook buried himself further into his pillows, clutched Jack the wolf closer to his chest and sighed sleepily before drifting back into deep sleep, completely unaware of the large blue box occupying a large part of his room, or the adventure that was about to unfold before him.