One of the TARDIS' more subconscious systems detects Johnny in another place he shouldn't be and the tunnel contracts, sealing off the entrance and sending ripples through the living walls. At first, they're only disgruntled shivers, but they quickly gain in intensity until the tunnel is pushing him forward, squeezing him out.
The passage ends among a few boulders in a wide open space, a picturesque hillside covered with lush grass and flowers. Some distance away there's a group of trees shading a porch swing. The usually clear blue sky is in turmoil; massive black clouds are driven across it at great speed by a vicious storm and the sweltering air is pierced by cracks of thunder, though there is no lightning or rain. The porch swing creaks loudly as the harsh wind tears at the trees and the grass. And every available surface is covered in butterflies of all shapes, sizes and colors, struggling for their lives, losing to the increasingly strong gusts of wind.
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The passage ends among a few boulders in a wide open space, a picturesque hillside covered with lush grass and flowers. Some distance away there's a group of trees shading a porch swing. The usually clear blue sky is in turmoil; massive black clouds are driven across it at great speed by a vicious storm and the sweltering air is pierced by cracks of thunder, though there is no lightning or rain. The porch swing creaks loudly as the harsh wind tears at the trees and the grass. And every available surface is covered in butterflies of all shapes, sizes and colors, struggling for their lives, losing to the increasingly strong gusts of wind.