Martha, disheveled and tired but alive, wasn't sure when she'd managed to escape from the ruined cities of the year that never was. She wasn't even sure how she'd managed to escape. All she knew was that there were no more toclafane in the sky and the vast network of sound systems that had broad casted the Master's voice across the planet were gone.

She rested against the wall of an ornate and unfamiliar stone building, allowing herself the brief luxury of closing her eyes for a moment. The peace didn't last for long. Martha could smell spoke on the air.

The toclafane might not have been to blame, but this city was burning just as surely as Japan had burned.

Bells ringing around her, Martha headed out into the open, trying to get away from the flames and work out exactly where she was. In her haste, she almost crashed into Briar.