The Doctor gives her about a few seconds warning, yelling something garbled out from the Zero Room that sounds an awful lot like “I’d suggest holding onto the safety railing” or even “well, at this point anything might work – oops!”
It’s the oops that should probably be worrying. There’s a vaguely ominous sound to that oops, like he hadn’t quite meant for her to hear it.
The world suddenly stretches around Eva, time and space and everything in between howling and bouncing around like Play Dough. It’s the first time the TARDIS has been capable of anything but sitting there in the hanger looking beautiful and right now the results aren’t pretty – the jettisoned bits come screeching off, the wall next to Eva spinning off and shattering as a small time vortex opens up. It’s hauntingly beautiful, in that way the Bleed is. Clothes are spinning around into a spiral toward the vortex, some of it scattered into the 90’s on Earth, others probably burning up in the atmosphere over Halgon (which is unfortunate, because it would’ve been the next closest thing to taste on that horrid planet if they had survived re-entry).
The Doctor hangs on himself for dear life. His legs are kicked out from under him as he clings to whatever he can, the hurricane currently off Cuba slapping him in the face with rain through the time vortex. It’s not quite how he wanted to show time travel to Eva.
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It’s the oops that should probably be worrying. There’s a vaguely ominous sound to that oops, like he hadn’t quite meant for her to hear it.
The world suddenly stretches around Eva, time and space and everything in between howling and bouncing around like Play Dough. It’s the first time the TARDIS has been capable of anything but sitting there in the hanger looking beautiful and right now the results aren’t pretty – the jettisoned bits come screeching off, the wall next to Eva spinning off and shattering as a small time vortex opens up. It’s hauntingly beautiful, in that way the Bleed is. Clothes are spinning around into a spiral toward the vortex, some of it scattered into the 90’s on Earth, others probably burning up in the atmosphere over Halgon (which is unfortunate, because it would’ve been the next closest thing to taste on that horrid planet if they had survived re-entry).
The Doctor hangs on himself for dear life. His legs are kicked out from under him as he clings to whatever he can, the hurricane currently off Cuba slapping him in the face with rain through the time vortex. It’s not quite how he wanted to show time travel to Eva.