The Oncoming Storm

    There was nothing he could do to prevent the TARDIS from crashing. The storm was too powerful, knocking the blue box this way and that, tossing the poor time lord against walls, railings, chairs, and pretty much anything else that had mass. He cringed as he was battered and bruised, every hit creating more and more wounds and bruises. He closed his eyes, curling into a ball for protection, when he hit another wall, and suddenly he felt the rain falling on him. His eyes shot open, he had hit the door open, he was falling! He tried to reach back for the TARDIS' doors, but to no avail. He was trapped, falling, into the..

Where am I falling to? He looked toward the ground. A lake. The Ponyville Park's lake. He saw his TARDIS fly down into the Everfree, then closed his eyes again as the water enveloped him in its cold grasp.