Tempus frowned and shook his head. "No.. This isn't right..." he said, trying the screwdriver again. The small device lit up an even brighter blue this time. It whirred madly and all of a sudden, a beam of light shot out from the stone. In it's ray, a projected image appeared. A TARDIS, hurtling towards them. The image crackled and fizzed. Kneeling down beside it, The Doctor examined it with his screwdriver again. "The readings say it's... well that can't be" he said, staring at it. "My TARDIS? But mines is here... no one's flying her!"
The readings started to scramble, and from the beam of light, it angled outwards until it formed a rectangle. Like some sort of floating screen. Gallifreyan symbols appeared, giving various recordings and readings. The Doctors eyes swept over them quickly, confusion clouding his face. "It's not... it can't be" he stammered. He'd know for sure when he saw it himself...