Tristan's eyes fluttered open but they closed instantly when the first thing she saw was the flickering flame of a candle.
Once her eyes were adjusted, she peeled her cheek off the tiled floor and lifted herself up by her sore wrists. She placed one hand on her waist and felt lace. Obviously confused she quickly looked down, she was wearing that dress she saw in the TARDIS on their last journey: the light blue and gold dress that looked like it had at least three petticoats.
That's when he called her back to the control room, but where was he now? And how did she get here?
"Miss," a blond man wearing unusually high waisted pants and a coat with long tails ran up to her and kneeled down, "where have you been? Your father Sir Doctor has been looking for you."
"My father, Sir Doctor?"
"Yes miss," the man looked concerned, "are you alright?"
"Um, yeah," She looked around the room, "what day is it today?"
"Well miss, it is February 18th, 1857."
AUTHORS NOTE: I just want to say thanks for all the people who read and reviewed this, even if you didn't go all the way to the end and even if you didn't review, I still thank you. I really enjoyed writing this story. I've decided since the beginning that it will be a series with gosh knows how many stories and it will end up branching into Torchwood with a Torchwood series as well. So please stay tuned for that! And of course, stay tuned for my next story.