They were cornered. The Daleks were coming in from either side of them, and Stern was ready to take a last stand. He and Drake had their blades out and ready, facing either direction that the Daleks would be coming from.
"There has to be a way out," said the Professor.
"Well," said Rosie, looking to him. "There is. But you won't like it." The time Lord turned to her.
"At this point, anything is better than being exterminated," he replied. Rosie nodded.
"Hang on," she said, summoning her keyblade. "This is going to be a little weird." She plunged the keyblade into the wall behind them. Then all was dark.
The Professor fell to the ground, gasping for air. They were in the ruins of a city; roman style pillars surrounded them at equidistant points, forming a hexagon.
"What the bloody hell was that," said Athena, standing up. Her glasses were askew and her hair was rumpled, but otherwise, she was fine.
"Interdimensional travel," answered the Time Lord standing up. "Nasty little trick, but it got us out." He didn't sound very pleased about being safe, but the witch shrugged it off.
"Which is great and all," said Drake, sheathing his sword as he got to his feet. "But how do we get back?"
Rosie sighed, her keyblade gone. She looked tired, but was still standing. "It's going to take a few hours, but I think I can get us back by tonight."
"Where are we getting back from," asked Billie, looking around. "And can you get us somewhere away from the Daleks when we go back?" Rosie smiled at the witch.
"I dunno," she said. "I've never used the keyblade to travel between worlds like that before. I don't even know if that's how it's supposed to work." The Professor sighed, looking around at the seemingly deserted buildings of stark white stone standing in a circle around them, casting shadows in the dull sunlight.
"Well," said the Time Lord. "I guess we should go and see what we can find. But please, try to keep a low profile.
Eve was tired. Not physically – she was hardly ever physically tired any more. She was mentally exhausted. She'd been alone save for her father in the ruins of Xerxes for years now and, though she was certain he had been a kind man before the incident that stole her memories, he was now a maniac, constantly trying to experiment on her, to learn the limits of the regenerative power she'd gained.
She was sitting atop a house when she first heard voices. Not the odd, echoing ones that she occasionally heard, but real, distinct voices coming from the distance.
Sam sighed and crossed her arms as they walked. She couldn't believe she was stranded in another dimension with these lunatics. The Professor chuckled, looking around.
"The buildings are similar to European style architecture," he commented. "But something's wrong here."
"Yeah, said Drake. "And let's make sure we're gone before we get wrapped up in it."