Nov 2, 2012
Mike’s head rolled from his shoulder to his chest, causing dust and rubble to cascade into his lap. There was dust, too, in his eyelashes, which now fluttered open, and powdering his face and jacket. Slowly, painfully, he raised his head. He blinked. Screwed up his eyes. His head hurt. Everything was coated a greyish white. What on Earth had happened?
He forced his eyes to focus. He was surrounded by rubble. That was odd. He had been in the Doctor’s room of UNIT HQ talking with Jo, but now… he… was…
Oh.
“Jo?”
He crawled forward, forcing his limbs to move. "Doctor? Brigadier?"
His movement caused the dust to move again, and he coughed hard. "Is anyone around?"