Oblivion

The Sapphire Blanket

"Oh god, oh god, oh god." Sarah uncontrollably flung herself into a panicking rage.
"Doctor wake up! Please, wake up!" The Scotsman's body laid silent and calm. Strands of grass, tall like soldiers, rested themselves against the Doctor's velvet jacket. Some of the strands tried to repel the weight of the old man, as they remained crushed beneath him. Sarah-Jane let out a tearful, silent cry, as she presumed the worse of the situation. She closed her eyes and prayed. A solitary tear abseiled down Sarah's cheek, before finalising it's decent upon the Doctor's jacket. The velvet material allowed the tear to laze amongst it's fibres, before being quickly absorbed.
"This is not the way you die, Doctor." The thunderous roaring of the sky spoke again. A faint click of the fingers could be heard followed by an unexpected bolt of lightening from the heavens. The bolt shot directly into the Scotsman's chest, propelling Sarah-Jane back a meter-or-so. A defined blue light lit up the surrounding area for a brief second, before the beam of resurrection blasted back into the clouds. A gasp was immediately followed. Giving no time for exchanging of words: The Doctor raised to his feet, patted down his jacket: retrieved his screwdriver and proceeded to point at the sapphire blanket above. The sonic's luminescence faded back and forward. Vexation raged through The Doctor, as he slammed his hand against the sonic.
"Absolute piece of tat!" He threw the device to the floor and with with one final slam from his foot, the screwdriver was no more. Minute flickers of electricity dived out of the device and buried themselves within the soil. A second of silence allowed a brief squawk of a vulture above to fill the ears before being rudely disrupted by a tremble from the ground below. The grass began to grow upwards, taking Sarah and The Doctor with it. Somehow, the grass had managed to withstand the weight of the pairing and hoisted them up towards to sky. Sarah began to panic.
"Doctor, we're reaching the clouds! We'll run out of air!" Totally ignoring every word, The Doctor began to rummage within the strands of ever-growing grass, attempting to piece together his fragmented screwdriver. Closer and closer. The blanket of sapphire was within reach.
"Doctor do something!" Sarah shrieked. Almost fully assembled, the Scotsman threw his fist up into the unknown. To his surprise, The Doctor's hand went straight through the cloud.
"It's fine" He said with hesitation.
"It's just a cloud..." The grass platform was no longer visible, as the cyan sheet was now their walkway.
"Clever. Very clever, Doctor." The thunderous voice spoke.
"I'm impressed, but it doesn't mean that you don't get to die; that's still going to happen - very soon for that matter."