Another day, another adventure, and this one took the cake for being an adventure, as swiftly Paul and Taylor learnt.

Having been lured out to a field of wheat in an universe of an unusual quality, something whisked away the TARDIS the moment they stepped out of it, leaving them to find context clues on their own, and already they had an idea what caused the TARDIS to disappear.

Massive migraines afflicted Paul that caused him to fall to his knees, held up by Taylor, as they struggled to find safety in the open field.

It felt like phantom fingers touching his brain, he could feel the individual tips, until it suddenly stopped, and the pain went away.

Tending him, Taylor held him as he slowly recovered from the migraines.

"What happened?" Taylor panicked as she held Paul's face with her soft hands.

Struggling for words, Paul managed to suggest that something scanned his mind.

If he had to guess, it was a telepath that sensed his presence.

Once the nauseous feeling passed, Paul was able to stand on his own, rubbing his nose as he surveyed their new environment.

The air is uncomfortable, an intense feeling washed over them, something about this area set off warning bells, but Paul had no answers as to what.

He felt phantom eyes on his person, when he turned his head, no one there.

Instinctively, he kept Taylor close to him as they wandered through the wheat field, finding abandoned farming equipment latent with rust and age, going far back as the 40s on the equipment, but not the period they're in.

Stumbling upon an abandoned farmhouse, the couple went inside, finding everything in disarray, like a tornado came through, but digging around, Taylor found a worn letter protected from the exposure.

It's not in English, judging by the Cyrillic, Taylor deduced it Ukrainian in origins.

From the layout of the letter, it's an official letter.

Checking the date, Taylor found it smudged and illegible.

Walking among the disarray, Paul found empty cabinets and drawers, there's spots on the wall where picture frames used to hang.

He stopped when he almost stepped on a dry-rotted teddy bear with a collar, the lettering also in Cyrillic.

Lightly touching the dirtied pink bow sewn to the top of the head, Paul sat it on the side table, his angel eyes moving as he turned his head.

The family that lived here fled with the little things they could pack; a child left their favourite teddy bear behind in the ensuring chaos.

However, it was the question of what caused the family to flee that Paul didn't know.

Going back to the letter Taylor found, none of them spoke the language, but Paul had been tooling his Sonic Screwdriver for the past while, wanting to see what he can do with it.

A natural trait shared among his family, Paul messed with it, until he upgraded it with a handy tool.

On-board translating.

Quite handy when it comes to human and alien dialects.

Since this wasn't alien in nature, Paul no trouble waving the Sonic Screwdriver over the letter while it hummed.

Upon completion, Paul held it up.

"It's an evacuation notice. Everyone within miles had to vacate their homes. Mandatory," Paul read off the translation.

Shocked, Taylor asked why the family had to vacate.

Continuing to read the translation, the letter didn't tell the whole story, only warning that military personnel would be coming around to ensure everyone vacated as ordered, and any loiters would be charged.

"This is odd," Paul muses as he held his Sonic Screwdriver closely.

Curious, Taylor asks what else he found, and he tells her the letter was printed circa 2006.

Strange.

Whatever happened here resulted in something capable of ridding the TARDIS and not many things can do that.

Don't even know where the TARDIS went, but Paul had faith that this wouldn't keep it away from them, it will find a way back.

Somehow, someway.

Hopefully soon.

It's becoming dreadfully apparent that something's inherently wrong with the area, something unseen.

Having not found anything else in the farmhouse, the couple prepared to leave, don't know which direction to start with first.

Trying to use the Sonic Screwdriver, Paul discovered it's no longer properly working.

He thought it might've been the translator part, but despite his efforts, it was unusable, giving him errors, incorrect readings.

The timing of it stuck out to him as he grew wary.

Whatever forces were involved have a set of rules and they're playing it by the hilt, there was no way it would allow him and Taylor to go about this without obstacles in their way.

For what purpose, Paul didn't know, and it only caused more concerns.

Picking a direction, Paul went with Taylor as they walked along a lonely stretch of road.

What stuck out for them was the silence.

Not a chirp, not a howl, nothing.

Not even a breeze.

Along the lonely road, the couple spotted more abandoned vehicles on the sides of the road, in different states of decay.

The oldest state of decay had them find vehicles rotted to the point there were only frames left.

Newest, they looked like recent arrivals, and Paul went to investigate while Taylor stayed back, her emerald eyes moving between the different abandoned vehicles.

Coming up to the one, Paul checked inside through the windscreen first, no one inside, or grimly, their remains.

Upon gaining entrance inside, Paul found a map left behind in the console.

It contained marked off areas the owner been through and it stopped right about the highway that Paul and Taylor were on.

This time, however, the map was also in Cyrillic, but the marked off areas and lines allowed Paul to read it with ease, though it didn't help as he followed along the would-be marked path.

Whoever drove this vehicle wanted to reach a military base that wasn't on the map, there's a big circle where they indicate it being there.

Military base might just be what they needed.

Returning to Taylor's side, he shows her the map.

"Might be the only way of figuring out what happened here," Taylor frowns as she felt Paul's arm around her waist while he walked with her, following the path marked on the map.

With any luck there's things in the military base that explained why the area evacuated, but Paul learnt to temper himself, at most someone must've left something behind when they were closing the base down.

The sun above them, they kept pace, walking past vehicles left behind, no signs of their owners.

Some had their doors open, no discernible reason why, but something caused their occupants to throw caution in the wind opening their doors in the midst of traffic.

The lonely road turned into a bridge, now, more vehicles laid abandoned on the side, some destroyed by accidents caused long ago.

Underneath, they heard roaring water as waves pushed through the rocks as it provided the only ambiance until they reached the end of the bridge.

The map says there's a way leading to the military base, but they only found a dirt path.

There, they got a glimpse of what has yet to come in their misadventure.

Stopping Taylor in her spot, Paul sees something in the dirt path, waves of chaotic energy that went from one side of the dirt path to the other, like a barricade.

The thick vegetation and trees prevented them from even trying to get around the chaotic energy.

"Paul, what is it?" Taylor whispers to him.

Turning his head lightly, Paul tells her that there's something in the road, but as Taylor looked back, she responded she doesn't see anything.

Interesting.

"We can't go through here," Paul deemed this a dangerous path to continue.

Like heat wavering on tops, the energy moves, and Paul didn't want to know what happens if he and Taylor were to cross it.

Turning them around, they're met with a makeshift rifle pointed at their faces.

"And who the feck are you?" A Calgarian man demanded to know who the couple were.

Pulling Taylor behind him, Paul explained that they gotten lost, but the sweater-wearing man wasn't having it as he kept his rifle trained on them.

"Believe us, we didn't want to be here anymore than you possibly do, please help us," Paul tried keeping his composure as he begged the man to believe him.

Overhead they heard another man, older, slowly making his way towards them, his creamy eyes barely registering anything.

"Put it down, Wilhelm, she brought them here," he waved his hand at the named Wilhelm.

Displeased, Wilhelm lowered his rifle as the man slowly moved towards Paul and Taylor.

"I hear her calling me, telling me, that you were here," the cryptic man tells Paul.

He turned his head when he heard Taylor stepping to the side.

Pointing at her, the man goes, "She thought you were her child, but she was mistaken."

Annoyed, Wilhelm stated, "Enough of that hogwash, we found 'em, now what?"

Turning his head towards Wilhelm, the cryptic man says, "We must bring them along."

Wilhelm showed disproval at the prospect, but the man coerced him, forcing him to sigh as he walked with them.

"Can you tell us what happened here?" Taylor inquired as she stayed close to Paul.

It baffled Wilhelm that she didn't know, but the man, named Edgar, tells her that a war happened.

These remains are the aftermath of a war that failed and many lives were lost.

"Men thought they were God, but she proved them wrong. She is God!" Edgar epically says, much to Wilhelm's annoyance.

Waving his hand, Wilhelm tried giving a reasonable explanation.

The area they're in was affected by an explosion in Chernobyl that pushed radioactive isotopes further into the surrounded area.

Well, that was the story the military gave, but seeing how Wilhelm and Edgar aren't glow sticks, someone fibbed.

"There is radioactivity in some areas, but not the extent they claimed," Wilhelm explained.

Edgar interjected, "They tried to kill her, but she survived, and what happened was their fault."

Shaking his head, his greasy hair barely moving, Wilhelm musters, "Ironic, innit, a blind man fanatically believes fairy tales."

Edgar didn't take the fairy tale part well, pointing at him, "I am blind, yes. But it is he, who cannot see!"