Something, indeed. Something that could essentially be described as nothing. It had obviously zeroed in, but after a certain point there was no static or interference, just a perfectly clear signal of...nothing. Absolutely nothing.
The screen was just white. And filled with nothing.
"...is it broken?" Jack asked after a few moments of staring at the blank screen. To him, observing just the screen itself, it seemed like a logical conclusion. No doubt, the Doctors would find from various scans of the dimensional pocket they'd zeroed in on that it was filled with sentience similar to that which the dolls had been infused with. Millions, billions, possibly more, all essentially floating in a void of absolutely nothing, never aging or dying, but without corporeal form.
And dimensional pocket was an excellent way to describe the white void of sentience-housing nothing, for it was connected, somehow, to another dimension -- like a stitch held them both together -- where an Earth existed. An Earth quite unlike the Earth Jack and the Doctors had known in their travels, an Earth with demons and angels and where that silly little comforting religious overtone some humans enjoyed was quite real.
Whether or not the scanner could pick any of this up, however, was likely to do with how much fiddling went on...and how much the TARDIS loved the assortment of Doctors and company currently present.
Jack, still staring at the blank screen, shifted his weight to one foot, just to see if it would improve the reception.
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The screen was just white. And filled with nothing.
"...is it broken?" Jack asked after a few moments of staring at the blank screen. To him, observing just the screen itself, it seemed like a logical conclusion. No doubt, the Doctors would find from various scans of the dimensional pocket they'd zeroed in on that it was filled with sentience similar to that which the dolls had been infused with. Millions, billions, possibly more, all essentially floating in a void of absolutely nothing, never aging or dying, but without corporeal form.
And dimensional pocket was an excellent way to describe the white void of sentience-housing nothing, for it was connected, somehow, to another dimension -- like a stitch held them both together -- where an Earth existed. An Earth quite unlike the Earth Jack and the Doctors had known in their travels, an Earth with demons and angels and where that silly little comforting religious overtone some humans enjoyed was quite real.
Whether or not the scanner could pick any of this up, however, was likely to do with how much fiddling went on...and how much the TARDIS loved the assortment of Doctors and company currently present.
Jack, still staring at the blank screen, shifted his weight to one foot, just to see if it would improve the reception.