There was no saying how long Evey had been working. She'd closed her mind completely from Peter, and was left in the silence of her own thoughts. But even they were too loud, and so she quieted them and kept working. The work, the mechanics of it.... it had always been a comfort to her. It meant that things were getting done, that progress was being made, that it was one step closer to keeping the people alive, here.
But she already knew -- there was no one left on the TARDIS.
The work continued. She stayed very quiet inside her head and just kept moving. It wasn't time to stop yet.
But then a voice filtered back to her. She set down a plank of hewn wood, rubbed splinters out of her palms absently, and walked to the door of the storage room. That voice... vaguely familiar. She didn't know why she hadn't immediately placed it. Frowning, she started down the corridor toward it, and as her mind started reconnecting to the world again, she remembered. She remembered, just as Maleficent came into view.
"Is Diaval uninjured?" she asked immediately, because it was clear that Maleficent was fine - despite the recent upheaval.