Disclaimer: I still don't own Doctor Who or any of its characters. I had fun putting them into my story though!

Chapter 2
Pandora Awakens

The first thing I remember is waking up next to a young man who was dressed very strangely. He appeared to be unconscious. I got up slowly, not wanting to startle him awake.

I looked around at my surroundings and could see a plain orange box with a violet latch and hinges. Other than the odd color, it seemed fairly ordinary. I moved over to look inside.
I could not see anything. It was completely empty, and seemed much bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. It seemed somewhat familiar, but I could not place why it did.
I looked back at the man on the ground. Did he open it? What had been inside it?
I could not wait around to find out the answers. I just knew that I had to get as far as I could from this place.
I looked around and could see a hole above me. There was a pile of rubble next to it that I used to climb out. When I reached the top I turned to look at the man one last time.
I sighed. There was no way I could have gotten him out on my own, and anyway, he was none of my concern. I was sure he would manage to take care of himself, and if not, so much the worse for him.
I turned back and looked around. There were odd structures all around. The one I was in seemed to have been mostly destroyed. I stepped cautiously out onto the grass, which felt wonderful under my feet. As I observed my surroundings a bit more closely, I could see that all the structures were all very similar in design. They resembled houses, but so much more enclosed space. It made me long for home.
Wait. What was that? I didn't remember my home. The thought came to me unbidden. I could not remember anything about my home, other than that it was similar to the structures around me, but more open. I could not remember anything else about where I was from.
I looked down at my own body. I was clothed, fortunately. Even so, I felt very exposed and vulnerable. It felt...wrong, somehow. This whole place did, and the fact that I was in it.
I could not worry about why I was here right now. I had to first focus on where I was. Then I could figure out the why. I hurried off across the grass, careful not to touch the black river that looked solid. It looked dangerous.
No sooner had I thought this than a horseless chariot came zooming down the river much faster than I would have expected.
Shit. Where were these images and memories coming from? I had to figure it out. I hurried off toward the lighted structures in the distance.
I saw several more of the chariots speeding down more black rivers at speeds that Zeus himself would be envious of on the way. As I neared the lights, the chariots grew more frequent. As I neared the source of all the lights, I realized that the structures were not quite as big as I had first assumed, but they were releasing a lot of light. I had assumed they were all lanterns, but I could detect no fire in them when I got close enough to one to examine it. There seemed to be a thin piece of metal in each of the lanterns that the light was radiating from.

"It must be work of the gods," I thought to myself. "Hephaestus, no doubt." Another name unbidden from the recesses of my memory. Another question to be answered. I neared one of the buildings. It had a pair of lion statues in front of it. It had strange symbols on the wall, and to my amazement, I could understand them. "Public Library" it said. Someone came out of it clutching thick reams of paper bound together. It was a place of knowledge, of reading, of learning. This was where I was to begin my quest to understand myself.
I approached what appeared to be the entrance. There were clear panes of glass covering it. "Caution: Automatic Door" it read above the glass. I stepped warily toward it. The glass panes suddenly parted of their own accord. "Hephaestus has surely been busy," I thought.
As I stepped through the caution: automatic door, I looked around and was overwhelmed by the amount of bound reams of paper. And I was even more amazed at all the different colors of the bindings. I stepped towards one of the shelves holding these wonders and looked closely at a blue one in particular.
"Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix". There was a picture of a boy raising a stick with a light coming from the tip. There were torches surrounding him, all glowing with blue fire. He had a lightning-shaped mark on his forehead.
I wonder if Zeus did that, I thought. Poor boy. Although, at least he was alive. The last person I had known Zeus to mark with lightning had been reduced to ashes.
Okay, that was enough. I had to find out who Zeus was. I couldn't keep remembering things that didn't make sense. I walked up to a person behind a short wall.
"Excuse me," I said in a soft voice. "Can you tell me anything about Zeus?"
"Mythology is on the back wall," she said. She glanced at me and looked away. She then slowly turned her face towards me again, as if she wasn't sure what she had seen.
"You going to a costume party or something?" the woman asked.
"I'm sorry?" I said, looking down at my clothing. It was what I had always worn. "I'm not sure what you mean."
"Well, you're dressed in a toga," she said. When I still looked confused, her eyes lit up. "Oh, you must be an actress," she said. "Here, let me take you to what you're looking for."
She took me gently by the arm and led me towards the back wall. She studied the shelves for a moment and then clapped her hands together. "Here we are," she said, pulling out a tome. "Greek Gods Revisited," she read as she handed it to me. "This should be what you need.
I took it from her and looked at the picture on the front. There was an old but powerful-looking man with white hair and a beard. He was holding a lightning bolt. I suppose that must have been Zeus, but he looked all wrong, somehow.
"Who is this?" I asked the helpful woman.
"Ah," she said knowledgably, "that would be Zeus, the king of the gods." She smiled warmly at me. "If you need anything else, just let me know." She turned and walked back to where she had been seated.
I took the book and sat down at a nearby table. I opened it and began to read. Little was I aware of all of the memories that would come flooding back then.