Lost Our Minds |5| The Ascension

Chapter One: The Di Angelos, The Widow, And The Wardrobe

"Okay," McKenzie made a face. "This was a bad idea." She released the big red button and grabbed her husband's hand, sprinting them through the combusting ship. He raised his spare hand, casting a shield around them to protect them from most of the damage as they ran for the airlock. When they reached it, an explosion shook the ship, blasting off part of the hull and leaving them exposed to space. "Shit!"

"One spacesuit," the Doctor realised, clinging onto the edge of the ship for dear life. "Just the one."

Their eyes met. "Put it on," each of them ordered, before rolling their eyes.

"There's no time for this," McKenzie exclaimed. "You won't survive entering the atmosphere without this thing!"

"What, and you will?" he shot back.

She shrugged. "I don't know, but no one like me has ever died of it."

His eyes widened. "That's 'cause there is no one like you!"

"Shut up and put the suit on," she ordered. "I've got my armour, I'll be fine, probably."

"You won't," he told her, shaking his head desperately. "Please, just put it on, I'll use my shields. Don't make me watch you die again."

She stared at him, her lips parting in shock. Before she could do or say anything in reply, another explosion rocked the ship, sending the pair of them and the spacesuit flying down to Earth.

***

In 1938, a woman named Madge Arwell was cycling home when a comet fell to Earth—well, she thought it was. She looked round to see where it had landed, only to fall off her bicycle and into the hedge. Smoke rose from a nearby field, and her eyes widened.

Leaving her bicycle where it had crashed, she headed for the field, finding a massive crater. Right at the bottom of it were two bodies: one of a young man in tweed, the other of a spacesuit. Madge frowned, joining them in the dirt. "Hello? Hello? Hello, are you all right?"

The spacesuit shifted, groaning. "Ow," a female voice complained.

"Are you hurt? Did you fall?" Madge asked. She looked up, seeing only the night sky. "Where did you fall from?"

"Helmet," moaned the spacesuit.

"All right," Madge nodded, edging closer towards the head. "Just... just let me. I don't want to hurt you." She raised an opaque visor, then a transparent one, revealing blonde hair. "Oh."

"I can't see," the woman panicked. "I'm blind! Again!"

Madge chuckled. "Oh no, love, no. I think you've just got your helmet on backwards. How did you manage that?"

The woman sighed, flashing back to the fall to Earth. "I got dressed in a hurry." She struggled to her feet, sounding pained. "Oh, that was a mistake." She held her hand out in entirely the wrong direction. "I'm the Angel, by the way." Madge went around her to shake her hand.

"Madge," she returned.

"Ah, Madge," McKenzie nodded. "Good name. Nice name. Lovely name." She paused. "Um, you haven't seen my husband around here, have you? Handsome, brown hair, wears a bow tie?"

"He's here, love," Madge told her, taking her hand and leading her over to his unconscious body. "Must have fallen with you."

"He did, yeah," McKenzie agreed, her hand resting on his chest. "Still breathing, is he?"

"Er, yes," Madge nodded, surprised by the woman's nonchalance.

"Good, good. And does he look hurt? It's just he's usually waffling on about something or other by now."