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The TARDIS appears in the Nexus, the usual groaning sound discordant and labored. The materialization takes longer than normal, as though she is barely able to pull herself into definite space and time. Her exterior is dull and battered and neither the windows nor the Police Box sign are illuminated. The door is slightly ajar. She has not bothered to close it, since there is no one inside who would need protection from angry outsiders or the forces of the time vortex. Not anymore.
'This is not the graveyard,' she wonders. Whatever this place is, it feels quite soothing to her senses. Things are in flow here, almost like in the time vortex that she doesn't have the energy nor the will to enter again.
She will stay here for a while.
'This is not the graveyard,' she wonders. Whatever this place is, it feels quite soothing to her senses. Things are in flow here, almost like in the time vortex that she doesn't have the energy nor the will to enter again.
She will stay here for a while.