Then, just as suddenly as it had started, the banging and crashing
ceased.
Bewildered, Laurel pulled herself upright and glanced at the TARDIS's controls. All the monitors held normal readings.
Odd. Very odd indeed.
Perhaps the ship had run into some turbulence in the space-time continuum, much as an airplane might fly into a spot of turbulence in the air. Apparently, the TARDIS had managed to fly itself out of the rough situation.
Laurel fiddled with a dial on the console. Even though the trouble was seemingly over, she had to set a direct course for a specific destination, to make sure the ship was still working properly. Well, as properly as it ever could, she thought with a slight smile. The TARDIS could be a temperamental old thing sometimes.
Her smile faded slightly as the TARDIS failed to obey her commands. She punched them in again and waited.
The ship did not bother to register her orders.
Perhaps the TARDIS hadn't flown out of the trouble spot after all.
Laurel watched the console monitors helplessly as the ship continued onwards. What had happened? It took one very experienced hacker to work their way into the TARDIS's control system.
The Time Lady felt the TARDIS touch down a little less gently than usual. Where had it brought her? She flipped a switch on the console, and to her relief, the TARDIS did what it was told and opened its viewing screen.
It was dark outside. The ship had landed on a street corner in a city; buildings crammed closely together, some dark, some brightly lit, filled the streets. People-mostly drunk people-passed by in a continuous stream. Always eager to flaunt her skills as a chameleon, however subtly, Laurel was grimly pleased to note that her current attire blended in marvelously with the locals' wear. She glanced at the console.
The TARDIS had deposited her in London at the dawn of the 21st century. Why, she didn't know; but she intended to find out. Quickly tying her hair back in two braids, Laurel tugged on her cap, opened the door, and stepped out.
Bewildered, Laurel pulled herself upright and glanced at the TARDIS's controls. All the monitors held normal readings.
Odd. Very odd indeed.
Perhaps the ship had run into some turbulence in the space-time continuum, much as an airplane might fly into a spot of turbulence in the air. Apparently, the TARDIS had managed to fly itself out of the rough situation.
Laurel fiddled with a dial on the console. Even though the trouble was seemingly over, she had to set a direct course for a specific destination, to make sure the ship was still working properly. Well, as properly as it ever could, she thought with a slight smile. The TARDIS could be a temperamental old thing sometimes.
Her smile faded slightly as the TARDIS failed to obey her commands. She punched them in again and waited.
The ship did not bother to register her orders.
Perhaps the TARDIS hadn't flown out of the trouble spot after all.
Laurel watched the console monitors helplessly as the ship continued onwards. What had happened? It took one very experienced hacker to work their way into the TARDIS's control system.
The Time Lady felt the TARDIS touch down a little less gently than usual. Where had it brought her? She flipped a switch on the console, and to her relief, the TARDIS did what it was told and opened its viewing screen.
It was dark outside. The ship had landed on a street corner in a city; buildings crammed closely together, some dark, some brightly lit, filled the streets. People-mostly drunk people-passed by in a continuous stream. Always eager to flaunt her skills as a chameleon, however subtly, Laurel was grimly pleased to note that her current attire blended in marvelously with the locals' wear. She glanced at the console.
The TARDIS had deposited her in London at the dawn of the 21st century. Why, she didn't know; but she intended to find out. Quickly tying her hair back in two braids, Laurel tugged on her cap, opened the door, and stepped out.