Amy looked around for the source of the voice.
"I am in the speakers. Do not be alarmed."
"What are you?" Asked Amy tentatively, not sure if it could hear her.
"I am Information Drone A26Z-P."
So not human. Amy thought. Interesting.
"Can you tell me how I got here?"
"You were brought here through a time crack aboard the Byzantium ship on June 25th 2010," the Drone explained. "Those who fell through during that month are brought into this pod block."
"How do I get out?"
"You cannot exit TCB4, or any base in the Time City, as it is time-locked. This means that you are stuck here, erased from your original timeline and placed here."
Amy's mouth gaped open for a moment, but she closed it quickly as she regained her cool.
"That's what you think." She muttered. "I am getting OUT." She paced around the perimeter of the pod, looking for another exit, seeing as the main door wasn't cooperating.
"Madame Damira entering," announced the Drone. Soon after, the wheel on the door started to turn and the door swung open. In the doorway stood a tall woman with shoulder length black hair and a black military jack adorned with badges and patches Amy didn't recognize. She has knee-height black leather boots with heavy heels and spoke in a commanding tone.
"Amelia Pond, I presume?"
Amy stepped forward and tried to sound confident. "Yes?"
"You will come with us." Amy wondered briefly who 'us' was, but her question was answered when 2 very tall figures stepped out of the shadows. They were dark and wispy-looking, humanoid, but not human. It looked as though semi-see through black fabric had been draped over them, clinging to their heads and arms. Each held a long matte black sword at their side. Heat and a faint blue light seemed to emit of their bodies.
The woman turned and walked down the brightly-lit industrial looking hallway. Amy followed and the tall black figures walked behind her. They walked for what seemed like a long time through twisting hallways until they reached a metal elevator.
As the elevator descended, the woman turned to her.
"My name is Madame Damira. I run this pod block. These are Shadow Druids," She said, gesturing to the tall dark figures. "They guard the city and make sure residents stay within the confinements and tend to their assigned duties."
The elevator doors opened with a low hiss. In front of Amy was what looked like a voting booth, but there was a screen on the back wall and a metal chair in front of the desk. Madame Damira spoke loudly to seemingly nothing.
"Registration: Amelia Jessica Pond. Entrance Pod A26 at TCB4. Begin Procedure."
The Shadow Druids attempted to push Amy into the chair.
"I can walk, thanks!" Amy said irritably. She sat down in the chair and the screen flicked on.
"Amelia Jessica Pond. You will now register," A voice which Amy assumed was a drone, said.
"Please state your year of birth"
"1989," she said, unsure of what she was registering for.
"Please state your place of birth," The Drone continued.
"Scotland, but I live in Leadworth now."
"Unnecessary information. Please restate answer."
"Scotland," Amy repeated.
"Place your hand on the screen for print scan." She placed her hand on the screen as a white light moved across.
"Thank you. Registration complete. You are assigned to package setting duties. Please exit the registration booth."
The door opened behind Amy. She stood up and walked through the door, unsure about what lay ahead.