The TARDIS flung itself through all of time and space, ripping a small hole in the fabric of the Universe. Not a large tear, though. The fabric of the Universe is just that- fabric. It is woven of strands of smaller things: time, space, virtues, species.
This hole was torn through the first and most fragile layer of Universe matter- virtue. The rift was just large enough for the TARDIS to fly through. . . Most of it, anyway. The bottom of the ship was torn off and thrown into space, leaving the lone passenger clinging to his console for dear life.
The lone passenger- the Doctor- cringed and made a forced landing on the closest planet he could find. âDonât fail me now, old girl!â he shouted over the blowing of smoke, the clanging of bells, and the sloshing of the many chemicals which allowed the TARDIS to continue traveling.
Donât worry, Theta, the Doctor thought he could hear from his âold girlâ telling him. Have I failed you before?
âNo, you havenât,â the Doctor said to anyone who was listening. A smile crept onto his face as he and the TARDIS crashed into a small planet.
The Doctor looked down and saw green-brown grass; similar to earthly grass. He opened the doors and saw a very earthly town. In fact- it looked just like London, England. He trotted outside and- yes, he saw an old flat. The Tylerâs flat. It wasnât right, but the Doctor was old. He wouldnât pay the consequences for long.
In a jiffy, the Doctor was up in front of the familiar, but slightly different, front door. As he lifted his fist to knock, he heard it. A loud scream which he would always recognize.
âRose!â the Doctor screamed, his hearts bursting with panic and worry. He didnât hesitate for one moment as he soniced the lock and shoved the door open. âRose whatâs wrong?â
