-Legion watches everyone leave-
We will remain at this location to ensure its safety.
Well then, let's not waste time. Everyone in.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Everyone who is absent gets on board as well-
-Except Aven, because the universe hates him-
Alright, everyone. This is it. Time to give the ol' girl a whirl.
-He thrusts down a large lever, and a wonderful wheezy scratch sound gives out as the TARDIS phases from existence-
And we're off and racing!
Adrian Jackson is lost.
He can't see. That was the first thing to go, after the flash. Everything was blackness. Maybe he had been taken, maybe he was right where he was before, still floating uselessly in space. Maybe he was safe back aboard the ship. There was no way of knowing. Next was his hearing. His breathing, his heartbeat, the terrible droning piercing his skull, it was all gone. His sense of touch was soon to follow. He can't feel the cold. He can't feel his suit pressing against him. He can't feel his own body move with his commands, or even where his limbs are. The taste of metal, the smell of his own sweat, stripped away. Now there is nothing. Even pain would be a relief, but there is nothing.
In all of his life, he has never felt truly terrified. He had screamed, he had flailed, he had tried to find a grip in the void, but nothing had happened. Maybe he's lost control of his body, but without the feeling of stimulation and response, he simply cannot know for certain. He begins to wonder if it has finally happened. If some loose chunk of space debris has finally torn through his skull. He clings to the hope that he is still alive, that Bayer and Zrahian are already coming to the rescue of their captain. Maybe they already have. Maybe they're like him now, stripped away in the void.
The thought fills him with dread, that he lead them both to what is certainly death. If he knew of the force that now holds him in its power, dread would not be nearly enough. For robbing him of his senses is merely the beginning.
Adrian had no idea how much time had passed before he realised he was forgetting. Something is inside his head, pulling the memories from him. He panics, and struggles to cling to what is all he has left. His resistance intensifies the force. Soon, he does not know why he is afraid. Where he is. Who he is. If he's dead. What death means.
He is a blank slate.
It has been two minutes and three seconds since his disappearance.
Ensign Samantha Bayer and Eamon Zrahian leave the safety of the Manifest Destiny after twenty more minutes, hoping to find their captain, lost in the vastness of space.
For two minutes and three seconds, they will regret their decision.
And then, nothing.

-into the TARDIS-
-looks around-
I like what you've done with the place, Doc.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI