Summary: Set pre-Rose, the newly minted Ninth Doctor awakes to discover something is wrong with his TARDIS. (1/?)
Everything hurt. That wasn’t supposed to happen. His eyes opened and he found himself staring straight up at the ceiling, which was obscured by smoke. The stench of things recently burnt or still burning surrounded him. He couldn’t breathe. There was a pressure on his chest squeezing down on him, keeping him pinned to the floor. He tried to get up but found his arms and legs refused to cooperate. So he remained flat on his back, utterly alone amidst the sights and smells or destruction. He closed his eyes for a moment.