My name is Sarah Jane Tate, and I was born on the 23rd of November 2013 to the Doctor and his wife Seraphina. I am 20 years old.
I grew up travelling through time and space until I reached the age of 17, where I then met him.
Sherlock.
This is the...
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Dedicated to Tje1415 for putting up with me for so long...
Amber:
Darkness.
That was all that I could see when I opened my eyes, lying in a cold room with nothing over myself. My hands ran over my face, feeling smooth, warm nothing, no features that I could use to determine what character I was this time, who I was supposed to be playing. So I pushed myself off the table I was lying on and felt something tugging on my chest, pulling me towards something.
So I found something in a basket to cover over the rest of my body, before I followed it. I blindly felt my way out of the room, then out into the street with a stick I found, stopping me from walking off several curbs before I got onto a train going somewhere. How was I supposed to know where I was going, I couldn't see anything. "Excuse me, miss, are you alright?" A voice asked after a short way into the journey, my hair over my face to stop being stared at, the featureless nothing that was a blank character sheet. "You're on a long train journey all by yourself, and I saw you with your stick."
It took a moment to realise they were talking to me, before I jerked my head up towards the source of the sound, my hair flipping off my face from the sudden movement. And it took another few moments to remember how to form words in my mouth, to speak back to the guy. "I, I'm fine. Just... Travelling."
There was a pause before I felt him sit next down to me, making me shift a little. I was still being pulled, but at the same time, I wasn't sure to what any longer, because part of me felt like I was already there. "Travelling. I know that feeling. I always travel, spent my whole life doing it, for longer than I'd care to admit. Thing about it, you're supposed to have a destination, what about you, do you have a destination?"
"I'm not actually sure where I'm going at the moment, I think I got the wrong train." I replied with a small smile, trying to place where I was, when I didn't have a clue where I started or who I even was. "What train is this?"
"We are going to Somerset. Donniford to be precise. There's a cliff there-"
I knew that. I actually knew about this, that cliff... "Made of pure rock salt, died pink by the sunset so people believed it to be rose quartz. Perfect place for a wedding."
