"Actually, you said Martian," Toshiko corrected out of habit. The hall ended in a T and Tosh used Donna's lipstick to draw an arrow in the direction they'd come, low down on the wall.
"So you've encountered that glowing light before? Been transported someplace else?" Her first journey through the rift had been much more subtle, and, her second much more hurried and deliberate. She couldn't find any commonalities yet.