Author's Note: I am so very sorry for my long absence, my dears. I have been in a major dry spell for this story. Like Sahara Desert dry and large. That, and the combination of writing for school and my job has quite literally taken all of my time. Everything that I have had to has been sheer Discord and driven me very slightly insane. Forgive me?
P.S. If you like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, I have written two stories for that fandom! One is "The End of All," and the other is "Luna, My Love." The first one is complete, the second is in-progress. End transmission.
"I'm inside a Tardis?" he asked. "This building, you mean?"
"We do appear to be inside a building, do we not? However, we are not inside a building. We are not even inside an object. A fairly accurate description of a TARDIS would be to say that it is not an object, but more similar to a space, or area, even though it isn't exactly a space either. In summary, a TARDIS is a ship."
"I have something to show you." Clair pointed down a flight of stairs, to a pair of doors that looked more appropriate on a china cabinet or a wardrobe. "Step outside those doors, and you will discover one of the defining characteristics of a TARDIS."
If there's one thing here that looks out of place, it's those doors. He thought as he descended the staircase. "You really expect me to believe that this building is a ship?" he asked, annoyed that Clair would not simply tell him where he was, and genuinely intrigued at the same time. He had reached the doors now, and, pushing them open, he stepped outside, turned around and felt his jaw hit the dirt. His mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to speak, and, finding his words had deserted him, he rubbed his eyes, thinking they might have been lying to him. His mind could produce only one simple thought: Gwuh?
It was a fairly tall china cabinet. That was bigger on the inside? No! I'm… I'm dreaming! That's all! A dream! A box that's bigger on the inside is not possible! Although… Thinking about the area he had seen before Clair had materialized around him, and looking at the area around him now, he realized that her words were the only feasible explanation. It was clear he was dealing with something no one had ever seen before. At least, that was what the scientific part of his mind was saying. The other 75 percent was in total denial. Stunned, he poked his arm back through the doorway, waved it about and felt the wall of the interior with his hand. Sure enough, his arm reached… well, where the exterior of the box did not. Pulling his arm out, he ran his hand through his hair, remembering that he (not to mention his clothes) was coated in mud.
Regaining a fairly calm mindset, he walked back into the… box?... and looked around. The place was dusty. It looked like no one had been here for a very long time. With remarkable clarity, Michael turned back to the console and the waiting holographic figure of Clair. "Clair? Who… How long have you been here?"
Clair appeared to be surprised. After a moment, "You are perceptive. And you are correct; I have been on this planet for a very long time, sleeping. It… is quite a story. Would you like to hear it? It is painful to remember, but I will go over it if you wish?" She said slowly, looking at him with something like apprehension. Seeing her apprehension, Michael quickly said, "No, please. If it hurts you to remember, don't tell me. I don't want your first impression of me to be one of hurt." She looked at Michael with another expression, this one of gratitude. "…Thank you, Michael." She smiled.
"Would you like to cleanse yourself and change your clothes?"
"What?!"