At the awakening after the turbulent action of the machine, she quivered with curiosity for an unforeseen event: she looked around, the place unknown, memories in her mind as fragile as her body, almost tore to shreds, pain was maiming her, but not that much to draw her confused mind's attention.
She didn't know why she was there, but at the same time she did, even if nothing could provide her reliable or complete proofs, a forbidden logic in the science world: instinct, premonition, omen.
This is not afterlife, or life and neither death for sure. Here she was just waiting, envelopes in the darkness and in no body.
She was often wondering the name of the place she was, but the mind always told her that she ought to stay silence, that the answer would've revealed by itself, soon or later, in its purest form.
She didn't know how much had been side her arrival, time too flexible in this dimension for being measured.
Then she saw a girl far from here, maybe in search of company or solutions like herself. It seemed she'd been walking a lot, and yet there were no signs of tiredness and fatigue. On the contrary, the ash blond hair was still ordinated perfectly, some hung in a chignon and the rest falling; her eyes were like a lighthouse in that immensity, extremely distinguishable and clear, the pendant on the forehead followed her in the procession, in the same fashion life and luminous.
From the singular pink dress and the accessory on the forehead one could tell she didn't belong to the woman's space and time. It's incredible how they can be so versatile...
Now those blue lights were pointing on her. She didn't know if she should supposed to feel safe, uncomfortable or worried. Right, she wasn't that alone in this darkness, but that meant someone else was travelling in time, wasn't it? Or had travelled? And a girl, though?! And what the hell was wrong with her eyes!
«H-hi.» she waved her hand uncomfortably, not knowing how to approach, expecting a salute exchange, revealing inexistent.
In fact the girl didn't give clue of answers, the skin homogenous on the perfect brow and the lips resting.

«Emh... I am Claire Folley.» She extended completely the hand toward her, but still nothing.
She didn't looked like she was breathing at all. Rather, none of them was. "But after all what are lungs for when space and time are practically infinite?" Claire thought wrongly.
She tried with a different approach, introducing herself and hoping for the exchange. «I'm Claire Folley...—she clears her throat for breaking the tension, ribbing the large sleeve—Can I ask you some questions?»
«I don't have time.»
«Understandable, considering here it doesn't exist, given we are in a dimention linked with the tetradimensional world only with a thin line made by-»
«I don't have time for this nonsense. It's time for Domesday.»
«For what- Hey! Where are you going?!» while she was distancing and Claire was approaching, the figure was dissolving like steam, the features shapeless and gaseous. And she disappeared, leaving nothing behind. «Disappeared?» she looked at her hands and yes, were even more transparent, the environment was living with voices, noises from simple engines, disturbance and frequences from the radios in the cars. The panic was unstoppable and she frantically looked around herself.
Then the sun gave shape to the park she found herself in just now, blinding her for an instant and leaving its sign. And she recognized the place: London, barely unmistakable, in front of the fountain. She peered the date from a newspaper, then another one for confirming her quivers of joy as valid. And they were.
«It worked!» Claire thought wrongly.