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All that filled the empty void of space were two things; the first were the thousands of pinpoints that dotted the black emptiness that were known simply as the stars. The other was silence; silence so deep and forbidding that one thought that insanity would be the result of prolonged exposure to it.
Suddenly something ripped through the inky blackness in an almost unnoticeable blur; to the untrained eye, it was merely a hallucination caused by the silence and lack of anything but black and stars in their surroundings. To those who knew of what it was, however, it was clear; it was a TARDIS (a type 40 TARDIS, to be precise), whipping along through space and nearly through time with the speed it was going at in a desperate attempt to get away from someone… or was it something?
The instant the question went through one's head, something else shot by in a blur, something bigger, smoother, and far more menacing than the TARDIS from before. Shaped somewhat like a frisbee with a large bulge in the center of it, laser-like beams shot out of it on all sides, all aimed at the telephone booth-like time machine in an attempt to bring it down. To all those who recognised the TARDIS, what was chasing the small blue box was obvious; it was a Dalek warship, chasing after the TARDIS with a vengeance in mind, and apparently nothing else.
Inside the TARDIS, a man in a university suit was in a complete and utter panic, pulling levers and flipping multiple switches at once by the second. He shouted, "of course, OF COURSE, I just HAD to run into the worst thing I could POSSIBLY run into in the entire universe!" he flipped another switch, brushing his spiked black hair out of his eyes, having been weighted down with his sweat, and pulled at the bowtie around his neck, "Why does the universe hate me?"
He pulled another switch when he noticed something on his monitor; something ahead had suddenly appeared, and was giving off a massive energy signature. Judging from how it drew everything around it inwards, it was one of two things; it was either a black hole, or…
"A wormhole," he grinned, "and my ticket out of this mess!"
Meanwhile, on the Dalek ship, one of the drone Daleks, a red tower with a black neck supporting a domed head with a robotic eyestalk, began to shout "SU-PREME DA-LEK, THE DOC-TOR HAS CHANGED COURSE! HE AP-PEARS TO BE HEADING TO-WARDS A MAS-SIVE EN-ERGY SIG-NA-TURE, PRE-SU-MA-BLY A WORM-HOLE! HE IN-TENDS TO USE IT TO ES-CAPE!"
Behind the drone, another Dalek, this one coloured white instead of red, responded "CHANGE COURSE TO FOL-LOW HIM! DO NOT LET HIM ES-CAPE! WE MUST SHOW HIM WHAT HAP-PENS TO THOSE WHO DE-FY THE DA-LEKS!"
"ACK-NOWL-EDGED!"
Again on the TARDIS, the man stiffened. He recognised this feeling, something he couldn't quite place, but felt oh, so familiar. He hesitated only an instant before checking his computer. He couldn't take any chances. He had to be sure.
"This… this is time energy," the man gaped, "but how… this shouldn't be possible, but… this is time energy!"
Even as he spoke, the wormhole came into view. Waves of blue and violet energy, built up into concentrations so huge that it was actually visible, pulsed and roiled as they swirled into a maelstrom, whirling and whipping about so violently that they almost scratched the TARDIS' paint as it approached. Suddenly, arcs of blue lightning shot out, wrapping around the TARDIS and sending the man crashing to the floor, gripping his stomach in pain, despite how the pain had spread throughout his entire body as energy in the form of electricity coursed through him. Though he knew that he would come out of this unharmed – after all, he'd been through worse, oh, so much worse – it still felt like his insides were being fried the way a Dalek was when its robotic suit short-circuited on it.
Similarly, the Dalek ship was wrapped in the same electric tendrils, and both time-traveling ships were sucked into the maelstrom of energy. As soon as they had both been sucked in, the wormhole shut, leaving space in its empty, torturous silence.
Deep in the shadows of Tartarus, something stirred. Something huge, powerful, and malevolent, something in so much pain, and had been for so long that it almost seemed normal, almost seemed non-existent. Sensing some disturbance in time, the very thing that it embodied, something was stirring.
Something was waking up.
Two and a half years later, over what appeared to be an island, the TARDIS shot into existence. The man, having been laying there on the ground for ages in his pain, forced himself to his feet, breathing heavily. As he rebooted his computer, he tried to recall what had happened. He'd been sucked into a wormhole (he despised wormholes for that very reason), but in a way he'd never seen before. Or felt, for that matter, he thought grimly, massaging his aching body. The lightning had grabbed onto the TARDIS. Then pain, plenty of it. And then… nothing. It had all gone black after that.
He smiled as his computer came back online, and then, ignoring the TARDIS' grumbles of pain, he started searching though the current surroundings.
"Okay, I appear to be on earth, in the year two thousand ten, current Islamic year fourteen eighty eight, and I appear to be approaching a flying… wait… a flying BUS!"
Almost immediately after he said the words, he felt the TARDIS smash into the flying object it had picked up on the radar, causing the object to fly into a nearby lake, and the TARDIS to land in a fountain in a semicircle of… cabins?
They seem awfully strangely built for cabins, was the only thought that shot through the man's mind as he crash-landed, smacking his head hard into the floor.