9:05 PM - Saturday, September 7, 1940
As the group neared the waehouse, the blazing RAF fighter flew over the nearby canal in the direction of the Thames. The pilot leapt out of it before the flames reached the fuselage, silk blossoming as his chute opened and slowed his descent. The wind blew him towards a flattened pile of rubble where until tonight a building had once stood in a row of warehouses that now resembled a gap-toothed grin. A pool of blood lay in the street not far from the ruined building, a trail leading from it to the ruins. It was then that Story, Elizabeth, Brook, and Eddie realized that the ruins had been the warehouse they sought. Story and his companions came to the realization that they were now trapped in the Blitz, the TARDIS buried somewhere underneath all that debris...
John Barrow drifted down towards the street below, where several people stood. He tugged the parachute strings to try to steer himself towards an open area, away from the rubble.