The TARDIS landed with a hiss and a groan. You grinned, practically bouncing as the Doctor leaned against the console, arms folded, brows low and tired “1296,” he muttered “You wanted knights, plagues, rotten teeth and pubs. Well—here we are” He opened the doors

Outside.. wasn’t medieval

A sleek city stretched skyward—spires of glass and light, hovercars zipping past. Streets glowed beneath your feet. An artificial sun burned above, sealed inside a shimmering dome

You blinked “This.. isn’t 1296”

The Doctor didn’t turn “No. Not the one in your history books”

You jogged to keep up through the too-quiet streets. Not silent from peace—but fear. Whispers slithered between buildings. Eyes didn’t linger. Smiles didn’t last

“They hid here,” he said “Year 1296. A virus came. It spoke. Got in their heads. Convinced them to open the airlocks. Let it in” He paused, voice tightening “They lost everything. So they fled. Built this—a city under glass. Rewrote the past”

You opened your mouth—

And saw him

A man stumbling, yellow blistered skin, leaking green. He dropped to his knees—

PFFSSHH

A hiss of sickly green gas sprayed from his mouth

“Don’t breathe!” the Doctor shouted, yanking you back, wrapping you in his coat

The man collapsed. Gone

Drones buzzed overhead. You turned— The TARDIS was being hauled away by four floating machines. A guard slapped a sticker on the doors:

VIOLATION OF QUARANTINE

“Oi!” the Doctor barked, flashing psychic paper “Official envoy—”

One guard stepped forward, removing mirrored glasses

“Anti-psychic protocol,” he said “Nice try"

The Doctor faltered

The machines rose higher, towing the TARDIS away

You stood frozen, lungs tight You needed air Your chest spasmed. You gasped—just once Then—pressure behind your eyes. Something cold. Oily A whisper “Tell him, and I’ll kill him. You listen to me now. His voice is fading. He's fading.” "{{user}}?" The Doctor's voice was muffled “Smile. Nod. Don’t let him know"