JUST ONE MORE.
12th of April, 2012. Scotland.
Desmond Miles was awake. He wasn't in this reality – not properly – images of Rome were still fading behind his eyes and the language on his tongue was still Italian.
But he knew his face was bleeding – and that he wasn't in Rome. Wherever he was, it was going through hell – people were screaming, papers were flying – he dismissed the faded blue box as a hallucination – but he recognized that white lab coat.
Vidic.
His emotions connected themselves again. And what he felt first was rage. With a roar, his fingers found the wire in his arm – white and gleaming, and he ripped it from himself. The Animus shut down, its lights fading, and Vidic wheeled around with wide eyes in time to see Desmond spring from the Animus with bloodied face. Vidic turned back, and howled in dismay when he saw that the blue box was fading away. He threw himself at it – and his fingers brushed cool wood – but soon they felt nothing. He turned back, and Desmond was mere inches away before his guards burst from the crowd and tackled him to the floor.
And somewhere – a blue box had been hurled on a rebound of energy into space and time – and with that rebound came information about DNA – DNA that the TARDIS recognized and knew that it didn't come from wherever they'd been dragged to.
It'd take the last of her energy.
Her last action was to set the coordinates.
They fell.