If nothing could make a sound as it obliterated space and time it would be: swhooop.
Swhooop
as it sliced through the cosmos across multidimensional panes…
Swhooop
As life and matter was swatted aside….
Swhooop
This close to the end the life and matter was mostly stained silver…
Swhooop
And what wasn't, would be soon, in the peculiar way that time infestation/propagation has…
Swhooop
Deep time itself wasn't safe, any more than the rocks at the bottom of a lake are safe from a dredge pulled across the bottom.
Swhooop
It was getting closer, this invisible slaughter from a universe much larger than ours; getting closer as if distance had any meaning. The nothing could be as large in scale as a person, our universe a cell or an atom to it.
Swhooop
It had no agenda. None that we could understand. It brought only death. Death was coming soon.
Swhooop
Coming to the Mara. Soon.
Swhooop
Coming to the Cyber-hode. Soon.
Swhooop
Coming for us all.
As Tegan raced towards the gateway of Torus, she imagined she could feel its breath about her shoulders and she ran faster still.
The Doctor, his mind the only part of him left that lay deep within the heart of Tegan/TARDIS, send his thoughts ahead of her, and spoke to Torus, explaining what they needed, where they needed to go, what they were doing and about the Homeworlders. Torus assented, and dilated, the Nexus, its azure heart, was open and welcoming.
She was almost there, almost to freedom, almost to a new home.
Swhooop
Tegan dodged out of the way, dodging something invisible and deadly that sliced through the time-space between her and Torus, sending her wheeling and spinning out of control. She slammed into the Nexus sideways, screaming with frustration, crying with rage- it wasn't time yet it wasn't going to work, this couldn't work…
Tegan felt the pull dragging her through the Torus, into a new reality, into a new universe, but she wasn't ready, it wasn't time. She fought the tide, clawing through space, raking at the stars, trying to drag herself back, caught halfway between to Universes.
She cried out for the Doctor, out of instinct, out of habit.
But he was dead. All that was left was trapped with her, just as frustrated, just as helpless.
She cried anyway.
And was stunned when she heard her own voice answer.