> There is a moment of absolute silence. The calm before the storm. In this moment of adrenaline and fright, time seems to stand still before you, loose objects hovering solidly in place, and every blinking red warning light turning solid, consistent crimson...
> And all at once, the lights go out, sweat beads your brow, and a sound as destructive and forceful as a heavy battleship firing all its main cannons simultaneously within spitting distance of you absolutely flattens your eardrums. In the cacophony of noise, the force of impact slams you mercilessly towards the ground, and had you not been bracing yourself against something, you would have most assuredly been critically injured. Even as it stands, you are wounded, albeit not lethally - those levers and dials break right off as your body weight smashes into the console, earning you countless bruises, what feels like a few cracked ribs, one possibly splintered, blood speckling your face as your head lurches down and smashes itself against the cool, metal surface of the console, and one dislocated shoulder.
> Unpleasant numbness racking your arm and chest, and sharp pains lancing up along where the endorphins had not gone to work, your grip upon the console begins to slip as the rumbling and noise all die down to a dull thrummm...
> It is dark for one brief and harrowing moment, until the door of your TARDIS falls open, revealing it has crashed upon its side. Flames and disturbed patches of dirt await you on the previously pristine grassland that the crash has just reduced to a crater.