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Honestly, Martha Jones was bored. She'd been working with UNIT for several months now, and she was getting tired of all of the paperwork she had found herself filing. She'd agreed to join UNIT so that she could, in a way, continue the adventures that she'd come to miss; however, this was far from it. She was just clipping some papers together when piercing sirens filled the air. Yes, finally! Something to break this melancholy. But wait...
Back in UNIT training, Martha had been throughly taught what the various alarms meant. One alarm every three seconds meant there was an intruder. Two alarms every five seconds meant that someone had stolen The Brigadier's lunch and was going to be very, very sorry. Three alarms every five seconds meant that there was a massive temporal disturbance that could potentially cause the end of the world.
Dr. Martha Jones listened as three alarms went off, then silence, then three more alarms.
Martha sprinted down the hall, to the main control room.
“Sir! What's going on?” Martha asked of General Sanchez, but she got no response. He was staring at a point behind her.
Martha whirled around and looked, but she hardly had time to begin to comprehend what she was seeing, for in that instant, the ground seemed to shift beneath her feet, and she felt herself leave the ground. She fell forwards, arms out, trying to stop this sudden unexpected descent, but then everything went dark, and she landed in the soft grass with a muffled thud.