“I suppose that makes sense, given you just said you’re a species that doesn’t need that kind of rest…” Doc laughs. “Though the idea of ‘learning’ sleep – did it seem odd to you that our species regularly lays down for about eight hours at a stretch with our eyes closed at first, or were you sufficiently forewarned?”
Victor nods sympathetically at the mention of nightmares. “I have them too, from time to time…sometimes makes me wish I could go without sleep.” Well, technically, he can, but he doesn’t have the physiology for extended periods. At least bad dreams are pretty infrequent in his house.
This lot can sympathize, particularly Victor. It took him a while to truly accept that he wasn’t really part of his hometown anymore. But it does get easier to let go with time – and with good friends, as she’s discovered.
“I would hope so, anyway,” Doc says, nodding firmly. “I don’t know all of the dangers that lurk in the space-time continuum, but I’m sure they’re there. The last thing I want is our species screwing up – and possibly destroying – all of space-time.”
“She said she’s quite sure you can’t full-on destroy it,” Victor puts in, nodding at One. “But you can summon in rather n-nasty things with paradoxes…”
However, all worries about what they might do to time are forgotten once One flashes that smirk. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Doc says, eyes bright as he and Victor follow her outside. “This is truly an honor.”
“It did seem very odd, but Gallifreyans that are sick or regenerating or severely wounded do sleep for very long periods of time. Though it’s more of a catatonic state than a nap.” One explained, “But I learned over time how these things work, and began doing it myself, even if I do have nightmares.”
It’s nice to hear Doc listening to her and not being stubborn with his own theory. She smiled and nodded a bit, though didn’t speak, letting Victor explain for her. Good to know Victor was listening to her as well.
And good listeners get to see the TARDIS, she decided.
“Well, you’ve earned it, I think.” She said, “Royalty won’t get you in this ship, but loyalty will.”
She took then beside the shop, where a carriage sat without horses or an engine, simply sitting with it’s windows covered by curtains, untouched. One smiled and pulled a key out of the ribbon of her hat, unlocking the door and stepping inside.
“Come on it, just mind the floor, and your head. Small doors are weird.”
As usual of a cloaked TARDIS, the inside was far bigger than the carriage it was disguised to be. A large console of buttons, levers and monitors covered in bizzare symbols and letters took up the entire back wall, two spiral staircases on either side and a door on either side of the wall leading deep into the ship. The floors were cluttered with papers, unusual clothing and small devises, but it at least doesn’t look like it’s been there for long.
“Sorry for the mess, I had quite a trip before coming here.” She said, leaning against the console and fondly giving it a rub. “This is my devilishly handsome TARDIS~. He’s quite a beauty.”
The lights flickered and shimmered slightly, as though pleased, making One laugh a bit.
“Feel free to look around the room, just don’t leave it. It’s easy to get lost.” She said, grinning as the door shut on it’s own. “I’ll take us outside the park, somewhere a little less busy, I hope. Though I doubt something ‘teleporting’ would be too strange. Do you have a proper coordinate or address, or do I have to look for it?”
