The Emissary cursed loudly as she crashed onto her hands and knees. She'd had no coordinates but ran anyway once the news had come through. Gallifrey falls. The Time Lords are no more. The War is over.
It had left her in a bad situation, when her backup and authority had suddenly vanished. Her diplomatic immunity meant nothing without her planet and people.
She stood slowly, placing her surroundings. Earth. London alley. She licked her finger and held it up. About 2005-ish, if she was right. She turned her attention back to her Vortex Manipulator, intent on leaving, when she saw it start to smoke.
She tore it off her wrist and threw it away from her body. It sparked weakly then exploded. She sighed resignedly at it and walked away.
2005. Nothing interesting ever happened in 2005. She was going to be so bored here.