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Changes in Time and Space Revision 2.0 - Prologue
Doctor Who: Changes in Time and Space
Prologue
The Thirteenth Doctor’s TARDIS, in the Vortex
Felicia Lovell entered the Console Room, where the Doctor and her other companions were. They were observing the TARDIS's progress through the vortex. For what seemed to be two to three months, the TARDIS had been going off course. ('One could never quite tell in the TARDIS', Felicia thought as she reflected on the matter.) No matter what course the Doctor had set, the ship would soon choose a different one of her own.
She had washed after their previous adventure where they had encountered a Terileptil in second century Rome. The Doctor had defeated their scheme with her usual alacrity. She had spent some time washing (as she had fallen into some muck that the other companions hadn't). She had then wondered through the corridors as she reflected on her time with the Time Lady.
“Ah, there you are,” the Doctor said as she entered the console room.
“Are we off course again?” Felicia asked rhetorically.
“Of course we are, it seems the console destination input circuitry, has joined the chameleon circuit in being broken,” one of her fellow companions, Daniel Hadley, said.
“That is not the reason we are going off course,” the Doctor said, with a disapproving tone.
“So, you do know what the reason is?”
“The reason is that the TARDIS is going off course, is that it wants to go off course,” the Doctor expounded. “Remember that she's alive, so to speak.”
“Did it take you months to figure that out?” Daniel asked.
“It didn’t take me months to find out that the TARDIS was going off course because it wanted to go off course, I found out almost immediately,” the Doctor said.
“So where are we going now?” Sigrun asked.
“If the TARDIS is going off course, we won’t know until we land, won’t we Doctor?” Daniel said, half to Sigrun, and half to the Doctor.
“The coordinates I input were for somewhere in Britain in early 2034,” the Doctor explained, as she took a look at the console screen. “But we're already off course. We may be arriving in Ireland in 2021.”
They all watched the console, seeing the coordinates shift earlier and earlier, and further to the south west, across the Atlantic. Soon they landed, in the Azores in 2018.
“2018, not a bad year,” the Doctor said.
Prologue
The Thirteenth Doctor’s TARDIS, in the Vortex
Felicia Lovell entered the Console Room, where the Doctor and her other companions were. They were observing the TARDIS's progress through the vortex. For what seemed to be two to three months, the TARDIS had been going off course. ('One could never quite tell in the TARDIS', Felicia thought as she reflected on the matter.) No matter what course the Doctor had set, the ship would soon choose a different one of her own.
She had washed after their previous adventure where they had encountered a Terileptil in second century Rome. The Doctor had defeated their scheme with her usual alacrity. She had spent some time washing (as she had fallen into some muck that the other companions hadn't). She had then wondered through the corridors as she reflected on her time with the Time Lady.
“Ah, there you are,” the Doctor said as she entered the console room.
“Are we off course again?” Felicia asked rhetorically.
“Of course we are, it seems the console destination input circuitry, has joined the chameleon circuit in being broken,” one of her fellow companions, Daniel Hadley, said.
“That is not the reason we are going off course,” the Doctor said, with a disapproving tone.
“So, you do know what the reason is?”
“The reason is that the TARDIS is going off course, is that it wants to go off course,” the Doctor expounded. “Remember that she's alive, so to speak.”
“Did it take you months to figure that out?” Daniel asked.
“It didn’t take me months to find out that the TARDIS was going off course because it wanted to go off course, I found out almost immediately,” the Doctor said.
“So where are we going now?” Sigrun asked.
“If the TARDIS is going off course, we won’t know until we land, won’t we Doctor?” Daniel said, half to Sigrun, and half to the Doctor.
“The coordinates I input were for somewhere in Britain in early 2034,” the Doctor explained, as she took a look at the console screen. “But we're already off course. We may be arriving in Ireland in 2021.”
They all watched the console, seeing the coordinates shift earlier and earlier, and further to the south west, across the Atlantic. Soon they landed, in the Azores in 2018.
“2018, not a bad year,” the Doctor said.