Skye grinned, gaping at the white inside of the old police box doors. Dark, yellow light shimmered through the small rectangular windows. Twin beams of light stretched in from the outside, pooling over the floor like paint smudges.

Skye's grin widened, and she bounced on the balls of her feet.

New light, she thought. Light from a new world—a new planet—just waiting for her right outside those doors.

“So,” she chirped, rapping her fingers on the metal rail. “Where are we?”

A series of beeps and clicks came from behind, and Skye turned as a monitor spun around on a gimbal from the opposite side of the console.

Circular illustrations flashed on the screen in a sequence of short beats, lines twirling in a language she couldn't read. Skye squinted at the graphics, trying to decipher them, but all she got was the throb of a headache.

“That's no help,” Skye said.

“The Sea of Sannara.” A voice said, echoing around the large room. “Located on the planet Anone in the Halo Nebula. About three billion light years away from earth.”

Skye lept forward and lent against the round console. Buttons, levers and a whole manner of switches spanned the console face. In its centre, a transparent tube extended toward the vast ceiling, a string of electric blue lights glowing from inside. The tube whirred, vibrating as the lights moved up and down.

“A new planet!” Skye breathed. She spun the monitor back around, and it clicked to a halt as another hand caught it.

Footsteps echoed on the metal grates as a figure stepped around the console. Blue flushed over his body like a wave, and he returned his glasses to the front pocket of his brown blazer. “A new planet,” he repeated. The corners of his lips quirked. “What to take a look?”

Skye’s heart skipped. She spun and ran to the door... But stopped before her hands touched the silver handle.

She was strung by the sudden stench of copper, tasted the metallic tang on the tip of her tongue. She dropped her hand. “Is it safe?”

“Safe?”

She felt him come up behind her, the stranger she had met barely a week ago. A lifetime had passed in those few days. Days spent in Victorian England. Nights spent in a time a hundred years in the future. She’d peeked at history and glimpsed the years yet to come... but another world, in a Galaxy not yet discovered by mankind with a man she was yet to fully understand and so far from home...

Was she mad?

Desperate?

Was all of this just a distraction, a way to forget the failure of her life behind?

Something brushed her shoulder, jolting her from her daze.

“I wouldn't take you anywhere that isn't safe— Well,” he said suddenly, “not intentionally! Well, not...” He trailed off. “This isn't helping, is it?”

Skye shook her head.

“I promise you, Skye,” he continued, smoothing his tone, “I would never let anything bad happen to you!” He offered her his hand. Steadied his eyes.

He had seen so much, Skye thought, lived through so much. He had done it all, and she couldn't even drive a car.

She was putty in his hands.

Skye drew her eyes from the floor, glancing over his shoulder to the impossible room behind her. Bigger on the inside.

Impossible.

Incredible.

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

Did she? Skye thought about her life back home, all that she had—all that she didn't have. Perhaps that was why he chose her; no one to miss her when she was gone.

What did she have to lose?

Grinning, Skye took the Doctor's hand. “Definitely.”

And with a snap of his fingers, the doors groaned, opening Skye to a new world.