Uggggg.
Claudia's head was pounding from a sound that couldn't be described. Maybe a whooshing, or a dragging, with a small wheezing. She sat up on a metal floor that she didn't recognize. How did I get here? Where am I? What's that sound? She brushed aside here choppy red hair with curls on either side. A long thick blue highlight fell in her face again, but after some messing with it she could see well. She walked through metal corridors that seemed like they were from a science fiction movie, but then again her life was a bit sci fi. She turned a bend when a young man her age in a bow tie said, "About time you got up, now Claudia Donovan," He talked with a thick British accent, and some arrogance. "Where do you want the TARDIS to take you this time?"
