It was bigger on the inside. You didn't need sight to know that. I was… am…was completely blind. No shapes or vague colours but I do have a slight sense of light and dark. I could tell it was bright in here. Very bright, and cold. I reached forward, looking for something to hold onto. I found a rail and made my way, very carefully. I edged my way down a step, then down another and another until I was on a smooth metal surface.
There was a great mechanical hum at what I assumed was the centre of the room. This could no longer be a wind up. I didn't know anyone clever enough to make a box that's bigger on the inside.
I reached out for the humming thing. It appeared to be a huge console. I was careful not to touch anything like a switch. The humming was comforting. It felt like a hug, a warm welcome from the box. I hummed back.
"Hello," I said to the console. "I'm May." It felt strange that it didn't feel strange to talk to a machine, but I knew it could hear me. It was clearly alive in some way. It had a personality, a sort of consciousness. I heard the door creak behind me as The Doctor entered again.
"She's called the Tardis," he said, approaching me.
"What does it do?" I asked, stroking her console, like I was patting an animal.
"She's a time machine, and a relative dimension in space machine too. She can go anywhere, any time you like.
"This is amazing," I said.
"It would be even more amazing if you could see it." He took my hand and placed it over the console, allowing me to skim the buttons and switches. I felt at once moved and angry. Moved that he trusted me to touch this marvelous machine and then angry that – "Don't." I said. "Don't treat me as if I have half a life just because I can't see. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm as whole a person as you are."
I was hurt. He seemed so different to others: kind and wise and old, despite his boyishness. I had assumed he'd see me differently to others. Sadly I was mistaken. He seemed to regret what he'd said immediately though. "Sorry," he replied. "Sorry. That was very unkind of me."
"It's ok, "I said, even though it wasn't. "I get it all the time."
I stroked the console still in the silence between us. It hung there for longer until –
"Right. We'd best be off then, May. What's your last name?"
"Adlestrop," I told him.
"We'd best be off, May Adlestrop. I heard him pull a great lever and then the Tardis rumbled into action. With a great lurch we appeared to be taking off and a giant, whirring, groaning sound like a car with it's handbrake on. It was magnificent.
"Where are we going?" I shouted over the noise and mayhem. I heard great snaps and miniature explosions of busting fuses. I felt a shower of heat from the console and the great violent shaking of the Tardis all around me.
"Back into your own time line. That's why the Tardis is resisting it. Very dangerous to visit your own past, or your future, that's even worse!" He shouted, but he appeared gleeful about it.
"Then why are we going there?!" I yelled back.
"Not there. Then!" The Doctor replied. "And we need to see how far back the angels have been sending you."
The Tardis groaned and shivered, calming down. I assumed we'd landed, whenever we were.
"What do you mean? I've never been sent back anywhere."
He reached for my hand and looped it through his again to guide me.
"That's what you think, May, but you have. You just didn't see it coming, so you've forgotten it ever happened. But why are you forgetting?" He asked, as he pulled open the Tardis door.
"You see Miss Aldershot," he explained, whirring his screwdriver ahead of us. "You are the perfect prey for the Angels. They are quantum locked creatures. They are stone when you look at them, but when your back is turned, they can attack. From their point of view, you're the easiest meal they've ever had, and it would appear," he stopped. His screwdriver whirred higher. "They're recycling you."