She's ridiculously desperate to get home- well, no, that's not very true. She'd just rather not cause a whole bunch of paradoxes. At this point her father isn't born yet, and he's who she'd normally go to... Kate prods at the vortex manipulator, hoping to get through. "Um, hello? Is this thing working?"
The console room was smoking. He could barely see through the stinging clouds, but was aware of the screen as it lit up, wires sparking as it did. Blood dripped from the tip of his nose onto the console, scarlet streaked across his forehead, the side of his face badly bruised. His ears were pounding from the damage, and the voice that came from the screen was similar enough to Diana’s that he panicked, shoulders and hands starting to shake as he responded, still staring at the controls of the console.
"You can’t have found me that fast, it’s not possibl-" He glanced up at the image above the console, squinting as the TARDIS cleared the room of smoke, not recognizing the girl whose concerned face flickered on the screen. He coughed as the smoke disappeared, wincing and clutching at his chest as he did.
"Who…who is this?"
"Don’t worry, I’m not gonna drop you. I have to do tech with the Bellas sometimes, so I carry a lot of heavy shit." She laughed softly, starting down the indicated hallway. "We’re family, I’m not gonna let you suffer."
He smiled up at her - he could see bits and pieces of his grandson in Kate, just from the way she spoke. It reassured him about how Sebastian was doing, both now and in the future, especially with what he was going through at the moment. They reached the medbay in due time, a clean white room with a few neatly arranged hospital beds and tables inside. The nearest bed was unkempt and messy, though not dirty, the table next to it askew and stacked with rolls of bandages, open packets of gauze, and a jumble of metal tools. He coughed lightly, looking sheepish. "Er. Well, I suppose you can tell which one I'm usually in."
