She stared straight ahead. The darkness threatened to engulf her in madness. The only thing keeping her sane was the hope that she would never see the white walls again. Of course she was wrong. Like any other day the darkness and silence was interrupted by a flow of bright lights and the smell of a variety of chemicals mixing in the air. Just like all the days before they begin with taking samples of blood. They never say a word. They make their way around a variety of tests. Sometimes the tests are to see how long she can withstand before death threatens to overtake her. Other times they are just simply reactions to different medicines and treatments. No matter what they always come for her. She's tried to escape so many times before. Finally she just gave up hope. She counted the days until she could be freed. Today they took her for a new test. They used a Slethnic to test her resilience to the weapon that is meant to be a weapon for telepaths. She screams as the world is spinning around her. Nothing she has ever encountered felt like this. She's endured it all; drowning, shooting, cutting, electrocution, fires, but nothing has ever felt like this. She could feel it in her mind. The machine was pushing her mind. It was showing her pain she had never felt. Her body was rejecting. The world was fading around her as she slowly lost control. Darkness surrounded her once again as the people around her began to scream.

Slowly breath begins to force itself into her lungs. The world once again has color. She's alone. It's quiet, completely silent. She looks around but nobody is there. She's alone and she can leave. She quickly gets to her feet and instantly regrets it when her head pounds. She forces herself to focus on the chance of escaping. Her body doesn't want to cooperate but she keeps pushing herself. She takes a mental note of every injury; two cracked rips (one on each side), a broken right leg, her left wrist is shattered, and her left shoulder is dislocated. She stumbles her way into the hallway. The lights are even brighter there. She continues down the path until she turns to the last door on the right. She opens the door to a familiar sight. She hasn't seen this room in years but even so it is still familiar. She continues to the metal desk in the back of the room and opens the second drawer. She moves the few pencils and envelopes out of the way and pulls up the bottom. Below lies the two things in the world that can save her life. The two things that give her hope. She quickly pulls out the first item, a vortex manipulator. The second is the piece of TARDIS coral given to her all those years ago. She quickly limps to the back of the room and opens up one of the cabinets with her old emergency bag. Inside she has two changes of clothes, a laptop, enough money to live on in ten different currencies, an old picture, jewelry given to her by Pete and her mom, physic paper, and her TARDIS key. She changes into one of the outfits as quickly as she can. She hastily throws the thin cloth dress off and replaces it with black skinny jeans, a golden tank top, a black leather jacket with golden buttons, and black combat boots. She slaps the vortex manipulator on her wrist, scoops her black emergency bag up, and grabs the TARDIS coral. She hears footsteps outside the door. People are running, lots of people.

"Where is she?" One man yells.

"We've got to get her back before she does any more damage." This voice is closer.

Quickly she turns the manipulator on.

The voices get closer. A man in a full black suit pushes the door open.

"In here." He yells.

Fear and panic are rising in her heart. The man pulls out a gun and shoots. Before the ray hits her the vortex manipulator turns on. The ray hits her square in the chest. As she's falling her hand opposite the manipulator slams the dematerializer with the TARDIS coral. In an instant the world is gone. She is everywhere, yet she is nowhere. She feels a burning sensation surrounding her. She is ripped from existence, spread into an infinite amount of pieces, and put together in an instant. Then it is gone. The world is dark and she is alone again.

The lights flood her vision. She didn't make it. They have her again. They are going to make her suffer worse. She hears voices, lots of voices.

"Sir, she has had major trauma to her head, a broken leg, a shattered wrist, a dislocated shoulder, and a few cracked ribs." A soft voice says.

"How did it happen?" A different man questions.

"I'm not sure, sir. But I am positive they were not accidental, someone intended for them to happen." The first voice responded.

"Why?" She managed to stutter out.

She looked to her left and found a tall man with dark hair and a funny mustache standing next to her. He looked down at her.

"I am Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. We found you like this. We need you to remain calm while we finish the testings."

"I told you, I- I don't know what happened. Why won't you believe me?" She cried out.

"We do believe you. We are sure you don't what happens. It's okay." He said in a steady voice.

"Wh-What?" She finally got a good look at his uniform. It was military. "You're not Torchwood?"

"No, this is UNIT." He replied sternly.

A smile broke out on her face. "I made it!"

"Made what?"

"Oh this is brilliant!" She sat up ignoring the protests from one of the doctors and the pains in her head and abdomen. "I made it out! What day is it?"

"It's a Tuesday." Stated the man in all seriousness.

"No I mean day, month, year." She replied still smiling.

"It's Tuesday, April 25, 1970." The man looked skeptical but did not comment.

"Where am I?" Her smile was beginning to fade.

"London." His face bore a grim look.

"London as in London, Earth?" She questioned.

His face once again took on a look of skepticism as he nodded.

"Oh this is brilliant! I'm Rose by the way. Rose Tyler." Her grin returned in full force.

"It's wonderful to meet you Miss Tyler. We must ask a few questions about your injuries."

"Ask away. But first, you wouldn't happen to know where my stuff is would you?"

"They are stored while you recovered." He continued. "What happened to you?"

A shadow crossed over her face. "I'd like to leave." She said in a weak voice.

"Very well ma'am but we must learn about you first." Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart let his professional tone overtake his kind demeanor.

Rose opened her mouth to respond but was cut short when a new man walked in. Judging by his outfit he worked in the science field.

"Sir, the Doctor was asking for your assistance."

Rose's jaw dropped and she stared off into space letting memories flood in.