Author's Note: I know I used my name as the human character's. I hadn't thought of another name to use, so I took the one that I thought of first.
Michael's P.O.V.
Mud. Michael landed face-down in a mudhole. At least, it tasted like mud, with that heavily earthy taste you can almost smell. It certainly didn't smell like mud though. "Ugh!" He said, with a tone of disgust. At least, he intended to say, "Ugh!" It came out sounding more like a muffled groan. Pushing himself onto his knees, he spat out a mouthful of mud and looked around for the… hole he had fallen through.
"What…?" He was looking for the rift, but what he saw was… changing? He sprang to his feet and sploshed out of the mudhole (for his environment had appeared around it too), and turned his head rapidly, trying to look everywhere at the same. Yes. His environment was changing rapidly, and had completely changed in about three seconds. He was now inside a huge space, which was lighted fairly brightly. There were several staircases, heading off into corridors, some of which had separate staircases that led to a balcony overlooking the… area he was in.
As his he looked at the balcony, a column at the center of the area caught his attention. It seemed to be a console of sorts, judging from the fact that there appeared to be a number of switches on it. Michael stepped around the mudhole (which was rapidly shrinking) and approached the console, looking around cautiously. At the edge of the console, he looked up and saw that, far from stopping at an opaque ceiling, the top of the console seemed to go on forever, branching out and spreading out over what appeared to be miles, interconnecting with what looked like clusters of nebulae, stars and galaxies. Galaxies! Whatever this… place… was, it was beautiful. He was so entranced by the sight before and above him, he failed to take heed of either the humming that began or the holographic figure that flickered into existence beside him.
"Wow… Hah!" He exclaimed, jumping back and landing on his back, scrambling to put a little distance between himself and the hologram. "Who- w-wha- I- ehm, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I just… Where are we?" he stammered, trying to explain himself. "And who are you?"
Looking at him with what looked like a slightly hungry expression, it said, "I believe I ought to be asking you that question, if I didn't already know what you call yourself." "Y- you know my name?" Michael asked from his position. "Is that what it is called?" She- for the figure was undoubtedly female- looked down at him. "Regardless of your designation, I must know: Do you wish to return to your home, wherever it may be?"
From his place on the floor, he adopted an askance expression and said "Of course. And, uh, who are you?"
"I am not a 'who', although if you wish a designation to address me by, you may call me Clair. Second, what you see is a Cybernetic Personality, Matrix Interface, meaning the form you see is a hologram, designed to be a verbal interaction point and liaison between pilots and other sentient beings and my Artron Mainframe."
She saw that exactly what her words meant were lost on the human, which, honestly, was not unexpected. "Pilots? Artron Mainframe? Of what? And what are you?" he asked. "I am a Type 51, Mark I TT Capsule/TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimensions In Space." She explained. "And what is a… Tardis?" he asked. "TARDIS is an acronym, standing for Time And Relative Dimensions In Space." Clair explained patiently.
"I'm afraid I will require a bit more information than that." Michael said, climbing to his feet and adopting a business-like demeanor.
"It is not possible to understand what exactly the acronym TARDIS means or what one is unless you are a Time Lord, or have been inside a TARDIS, which you are."
My sincere apologies for the tardiness of my update. I literally have had no time to work on the chapter, nor update it. It should be up within a month or two!