For the Seventh Doctor

[ezra_of_lothal]

Standing in the predawn fog, looking across the flat space of barren land in the middle of the plain, it's almost as if the Temple had never been there at all.

Except there is....something. Something he can feel more and more, and even hear - a strange groaning sound.

"Do you hear that?" he says, over his shoulder, but honestly he doesn't expect any sort of confirmation from the rest of the Ghost crew. He's gotten used to seeing and hearing things none of them do (except for Kanan, sometimes, and he's well and truly gone now).

He picks up speed as he moves through the fog towards the sound.

"Ezra, where are you going?" Hera calls out urgently behind him. And then Sabine, echoes her, even more urgently. "Ezra!"

He breaks into a run -

And just barely manages to break his stride before he hits a closed door in front of him. He takes a step back.

It's a blue box. The size of a small escape pod, maybe, except it looks like it's made of wood. He lays a hand against the door, reaching out with his senses.

It's definitely where that heavy, warm, bright feeling is coming from. Or from behind it, maybe.