The dreamer awoke with a start, scrambling up from a cold metal floor. Her head was pounding, and she felt as if she could collapse at any moment.
She looked through her muddled thoughts in search of the last memory she had. She almost fell back onto the floor when she remembered it, the burning flames, the guns firing, and the screams. So many screams taking up her head and pushing away any coherent thought she could make. So many screams, so much pain. She began to sob with the intensity of it, her ears almost about to burst with how loud it was.
As she sunk back onto the floor, she vaguely recognized the room she was in. the screams began to slowly fade away, replaced with thoughts of the master. The first day she met him, introduced by the doctor. Their first prank on the teachers, their first kiss, when he proposed.
She smiled at the happy memories flooding through her head until one last one pushed through. He was dead on the floor after saving her from a Dalek. She suddenly remembered how his tattered clothes, how his face was still smiling up at her, how he curled up in pain, not being able to say his last goodbyes as she ran away.
She ran to his secret tardis and hid in the fantora galaxy, far away from the time war. She must have passed out while going there, as going to sleep on the floor of the console room wasn't a voluntary choice.
In her panic, she didn't realize how blurry the world looked. as she got up again and walked over to the console, the tardis presented her with round anime looking glasses.
After putting them on, she noticed herself in the reflection of the polished, unused metal. She had regenerated but didn't know how or why.
She quickly pulled the screen over, turning the camera on and inspecting her new look. She had shoulder-length brown hair, tips dyed emerald green, with bags that hung low, almost touching her eyes. she looked younger than before. If she had to guess, it would be in the 30s. Her skin was a tan white, almost resembling a dark, sandy beach. Freckles dotted her face and down her arms. Then she noticed her clothes, broken and full of holes from regenerating.
She quickly rushed to the door of the control room before realizing she didn't know where the closet was. She awkwardly addressed the tardis.
"Um, could you direct me towards the closet? I need to change."
Her voice wavered, shocked at the American accent she had.
Lights along the path started lighting up, almost like in airplanes, although the dreamer had never been on one. She whizzed through the halls, one left, two rights, seven lefts, and another right, until she finally reached the room. Walking in was like walking into fashion heaven. Every single piece of clothing you could ever dream of was cramped into the long rows, with an abundance of pants and suits and not too many dresses or heels. The tardis already knew what the dreamer wanted, and she began to browse the rows.
She suddenly came upon a pair of ankle-length black overalls, which she immediately adored. Draping it over her arm, she kept walking until she found an ordinary black t-shirt and a thick cyan-colored sweater. She added them onto the collection and moved onto the shoes, a pair of galaxy patterned converse instantly catching her eye. She grabbed the pair and rushed towards the changing room at the entrance. After changing and walking out, she looked at herself in the mirror.
Feeling very satisfied, she ran back to the console room, lights still trailing along the path. Luckily, the master had taught her to maneuver the tardis on her days off. The first thing she decided to do was put on music. she let the tardis do the work since all she had heard before was Gallifreyan nursery rhymes. The tardis presented her with I can't help falling in love with you by Elvis Presley, and it began to stream out of the speakers. She danced around to the song, thinking it was strange but still good. She could understand the lyrics only because she, the doctor, and the master took an earthen language elective together. She decided she would go there, to earth. She set the coordinates, and the tardis landed silently.
She walked out into the streets of London. She looked back, and the box began to disappear. Shocked, she surged forward in an attempt to grab onto it, proving unsuccessful as she face-planted onto the floor for the second time today.
As she got up and brushed herself off, she felt a tug pulling at her brain. Something was trying to invade her head, and she quickly blocked it. It didn't occur to her that it could be another time lord, begging for help.
She walked over to the nearest atm she could find, pulling out her sonic screwdriver and psychic paper, both presents from the doctor. Noise bustled around her, and she pressed the device to the atm, letting it dispense money. She shoved the wad into her pocket, keeping it for emergencies. She felt the pull at her head again, this time emanating a familiar feel. She let it enter her head, shivering at the all too familiar voice.
"Dreamer... how are you alive?"
She let her thoughts move back along the signal.
"The master had a tardis, how are you alive?"
She paused to shudder, remembering the master dead on the floor again.
"Where is everyone else?"
She added, only now noticing the lack of noises around her head.
There was a long pause, and the dreamer felt dread wafting through the connection.
"They're all dead."
She pressed her hand against her mouth in shock, now realizing it was the only answer to why it was so empty. The screams started rising again, and she suppressed the feeling of pain that was fighting to drift through the connection.
"Where are you?"
All she got in response were coordinates that immediately planned out in her head. She walked quickly and came upon the alleyway the doctor had described to her. She walked cautiously over to the large blue box, rubbing her hand along the frame, before stepping inside...