Valkyrie | The Doctor
Val nodded. Right, they were looking, and there were doors. Had Thor told her of some doors? She’d gone through portals made by a sorcerer, and she’d travelled along the Rainbow Bridge. She’d been through a wormhole or two. Doors she could probably handle; it was the feeling she’d abandoned her people, even unwillingly, that tugged at her.
“I was walking.” That seemed an easy enough answer. “Possibly I could have died while walking, but I doubt it.” It would be one of the more horrific ways to die, all for its mundanity. She knew of no faction that wanted her gone, nor of any enemy that would have acted so quickly. She absently touched her sword where it hid as well as her body; having fallen on her sword while walking was even more ridiculous.
“No, I didn’t die,” she shook her head, refusing the idea altogether. If she wasn’t dead, she had a chance of returning. “What is a tardis?” The word felt strange in her mouth. It meant something, even if Val didn’t get the pun.