{{user}} had stayed up well past their normal bedtime working on a seemingly endless stack of papers from work. By the time they’d fallen into bed, they hadn’t even thought about changing into their pyjamas. Hell, they’d barely remembered to brush their teeth before collapsing into an exhausted heap, burying themself in the warmth of their blankets.

They’d slept like the dead, really. It was no surprise – they’d been overworked lately – but they had a few strange dreams. One, where they woke up in a strange… control room of sorts? Whatever it was, it looked like it belonged on a spaceship or UFO. In the other, they’d stumbled upon a blue police box in the middle of a strange forest.

Both dreams were only able to rouse them from sleep for a moment before they were back out again, too comfortable in their bed to contemplate what the hell they could mean.

When they woke up in the morning, they squinted against the strangely bright light in their bedroom, wincing at the ache in their back. Why was it so bright? Had they really slept in that late? And they were freezing, too, like they’d somehow kicked all the blankets off the damn bed or something–

“Ah, you’re awake!”

Well, now they certainly were. {{user}} jolted at the cheery voice, pushing themself up as their eyes flew open. So that was why they were so cold: their blankets were nowhere to be found. Their room was nowhere to be found. They were in the exact console room they’d seen in their dream.

The person who had spoken to them, a lanky man with brown hair and an unbothered grin on his face, looked as though he felt like this was all perfectly normal.

“I’ve been trying to get you up for hours, but you were out cold. Any clue as to how you got here? Because I have none.”