#so he has to deal with this alone ahsjdnf

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@darkerdeariegold ( a starter you did not ask for )

One of the most important rules when it comes to owning a TARDIS is to make sure she stays happy. One of the other most important rules is to make sure she stays put.

A TARDIS cannot survive for long in anything that isn’t her casing, and without her Matrix—her soul—the physical, travelling form of the TARDIS cannot move. She is stuck. She is dead. The constant, quiet psychic hum of the TARDIS vanishes all at once. Just outside, a woman breathes her first breath.

Thoughts swim through her head, none of them following a linear order, and she pushes her way into the ship as if that would help clear them. The eerie green glow of the emergency lighting fills the console room, and all non-important areas of the ship are plunged into darkness. Legs collapse beneath her, and Idris ends up on her knees, a golden glow covering her skin and a panicked expression on her face.

A scream echoes around her. It takes her a second too long to realise that it was her own. The fact that she had made that noise startles her just enough that she momentarily forgets her panic, and she tries to make another noise. Into the darkness, she shouts; “Thief!”