Episode 1: Jet Burn and the Doctor
Vworp! Vworp!
The sound of the TARDIS’s engines groaned and wheezed as it traveled its way through the time vortex, its destination currently in the hooves of a brown-coated Earth pony with a spiky black and mane and tail; an Earth pony whose eyes were as blue as the ocean. And like the ocean, his eyes hid away a mystery that if one were to dive deep into the many fathoms below, they would find just what they would be looking for, for behind these kind, fathomable eyes lied so much anguish and pain. Fire, ice, and lightning raged like a never-ending storm; filled with nothing but sorrow and regret. They were old eyes, eyes that have seen so much over the course of time, eyes that held a stronger emotion than all others combined together, eyes that strongly desired to fill the one emotion he spent all his life feeling: loneliness.
An entire story could be written if one were to get behind these said eyes, the many wondrous and terrible things stored within being seen by those who haven’t the concept just how insignificant they are compared to how big the world beyond is. Just being able to have such memories could change the perspective of how one views their life, placing upon them a burden they should never have to carry.
As it was, the brown Earth pony slowly walked around the console unit that was in the center of the room, heaving a heavy sigh as he stared up at the glass cylinder that protected the time column. A small, sad smile formed upon his face as memories of the past flashed through his mind; memories of the many adventures he’s been on, memories of the many foes he’s faced time and again, memories of the countless companions who have traveled alongside him; companions whom he had come to grow close to only for them to leave or be taken away from him one way or another whether they become trapped in a place he could not go or having their memories erased so that they could live a happy life free from the danger that would cause more suffering for him or even risk their lives all for him. No matter how much he desired to have a traveling companion he could call a friend, fate always caught up with them in the end. And once more would he find himself alone, destined to travel space and time solo.
However, where fate brought about the bad, good things could come of it as well. And fate seemingly gave him a complete turnaround with an unexpected new life to live in a world he had never dreamed to imagine. This new life he had come to know and learn gave him the one thing he had sought for for so long, filling the empty void which loneliness had for so long occupied: a home. And with that home came new friends; friends whom he could protect and never lose in the new world he had arrived in. But of all the cherished friendships he held with each and every one of them, there was one in particular that he cherished more than life itself.
Lowering his gaze, he came to rest upon a picture of four, smiling ponies, one of which was him wearing his trademark green tie and looking quite dashing as he always does. His eyes were brighter and more joyful prior to the saddened, lonely eyes that he wore on a day-by-day basis; all thanks to the other three ponies who he could share his life with.
Starting with the mare on the right, he couldn’t help but smile a little as his heartbeat quickened its pace. How special this mare was to him; always giving him the hope he needed when all hope was discouraged in him, always setting him straight whenever he went too far, always giving him a reason to move forward when a situation troubled him greatly. Everything that he thought he wasn’t she would show him how wrong he was. It was to this mare he owed such a debt to he would never be able to repay. If it weren’t for her, he would not know where he’d be.
From the day he arrived in the strange, new world she was always by his side, teaching him the custom of their daily lives and the difference in speaking terms prior to how he spoke. Ditzy Doo was her name when they first met. She had a lovely coat of gray with a blond mane and tail to match. Upon her flank shone her special talent: a cutie mark of seven bubbles. But the one attribute that distinguished her most from others were her derped up eyes. Ponies all over would talk about the unnatural way her eyes were stating that it was some sort of birth defect, that her mother had done something to cause them to get stuck the way they were. Others would talk about how she got caught in some sort of accident that not only impaired her vision, but altered her state of mind to match. He, however, didn’t care how bad they talked about her or what problems she had with her. To him, she was who she was, derpy eyes and all.
His mouth began watering as he imagined the smell of muffins she would bake on a daily basis, causing his stomach to growl. How much he missed the taste of her muffins, especially with butter added to them.
Moving on from Ditzy, he next focused on the filly who sat in front of them in the picture, her coat a pale purplish color while her mane was the same color of her mother’s. However, unlike the two of them, him being an Earth pony and Ditzy being a Pegasus, she was a unicorn. It mattered not to him though. She was their daughter; HIS daughter. He remembered how happy and proud he felt the day she was conceived, him and Ditzy settling on the name Dinky Doo.
Dinky was quite the adventurous pony like he was, making friends with ease, always seeking something new to do, and spreading her kindness and compassion to others, including those who always bullied. He was proud of how she never let the little things bother her such as her cutie markless flank or how she was the daughter of an Earth pony and a Pegasus.
“We may not be the same type of race, but doesn’t that show what Pony Ville is about?” she had asked at one time. His heart could not have soared higher at that moment. Here was a filly who understood the true representation of what Pony Ville stood for. He knew that she would grow up carrying on the knowledge she came to learn for future generations. Not to mention carrying on her mother’s tradition of muffin baking and delivering mail. Sure it may not have been space and time traveling, but at least she was in an environment friendly area, surrounded by ponies she knew and would come to know. And some day she would come to find a suitable stallion to marry. The mere thought of that made him chuckle.
“Getting rather ahead of myself, aren’t I?” he thought to himself. After all, he had to make sure that the stallion she would one day marry treated her with respect. Her wellbeing and happiness was all that mattered to him, just as much as his wife’s and other daughter’s.
Speaking of his other daughter, his gaze shifted to the final pony in the picture sitting on the other side of him, her coat pink with a floral lavender streak running through her purple mane and tail. He remembered the many conversations he had had with Derpy- a nickname other ponies came up with due to her clumsiness- about having another daughter, only the conversations were more about adopting than conceiving. Derpy had the forethought of adopting an older pony for Dinky to look up to when they both weren’t around.
Dinky’s birthday had come soon after that, providing them both the opportunity to visit an adoption agency for a surprise birthday gift for her upon her return from school. The reaction she beheld confirmed that their newest addition to the family was the best choice they could have made. Derpy always did have an eye for the special kinds of ponies.
Having spent the hour observing each of the fillies during the recess break, one would point out a filly they thought would make a great addition to the family, only for the other to disagree. Disappointment was at hoof as time drew short, their search coming to an end as the fillies were all called back in. With all hope despaired, they made way to leave when Derpy’s derped eyes transfixed upon a lone pony who was slightly older than the others. He knew the moment her eyes caught that particular pony that their search had come to an end. It was a complete surprise for her that she was at last being adopted. And so Sparkler, the name of their newly adopted daughter, came to be a part of the family, living out a life nonrelated to space and time traveling; a well-grounded mare for Dinky to take after.
It was rather rough in the beginning not long after Sparkler was brought home, but with time things smoothed out, strengthening their family bond. He remembered those events like they only happened yesterday. If he were to do everything again like he had done the first time he would do so in a heartbeat. Since then, Sparkler had helped keep Dinky level-headed so long as he didn’t take her traveling that often; not that Dinky wasn’t level-headed. As much as she loved getting to travel, it was important for her to socialize with other fillies her age so she wouldn’t be out of place. Derpy always found it silly that he would worry about such things.
“She’s just as normal as anypony else,” she would say. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he had worried whether or not Dinky would make friends. But it was all a part of what being a father was about.
He gave a half-hearted sigh as his gaze lingered upon the picture, his heart filling with a sudden feeling of desire to return home. “It feels like a lifetime ago since I’ve been home,” he thought to himself.
True to his thoughts, it had been quite a while even though it hadn’t felt like so. His most recent adventures had brought him to the Crystal Empire where he had met a lovely Crystal pony by the name of Bristle Brush.
Bristle Brush had a lovely coat of lavender with a mane and tail of silver. Her cutie mark, oddly enough, was a hairbrush due to the fact that she worked as a mane stylist at the spa. He soon found her, the first Crystal pony ever, to be his newest and latest companion upon an investigation. However, just like all the others before her, after the many adventures they had together, she, too, was gone before long, leaving him alone once again. But not entirely.
Raising a hoof, he grasped a lever, pausing momentarily. “No more,” he said with a sigh. “No more traveling. I’m tired of always finding myself alone. It’s time I retire from all this and live the life I should have been living.” Satisfied with his choice, he pulled the lever, setting his course for home.
KA-BOOM!
The TARDIS shook violently suddenly, the console exploding with sparks flying everywhere as the lights dimmed. “AAHHH!” the Earth pony cried in surprise as he shielded himself, having to jump back so as not to get burnt. The lights brightened up momentarily before flickering, the TARDIS’s engines stalling with an unusual long moan before the room shook violently again. The Earth pony clung to the guardrail as it did, the room slanting at an angle as the shaking threatened to throw him about like a rag doll. After what seemed to be like a millennia, the shaking eventually came to a stop, the room remaining slanted to one side.
The Earth pony remained clinging to the guardrail long after everything settled down on the off chance the shaking started back up. Minutes passed as he kept his grip tight, slowly loosening it as all appeared to be still. Having to keep himself balanced so he wouldn’t slide down, the Earth pony climbed his way to the door, hoisting himself out upon managing to open it.
Once outside, he inspected the damage done to his ship, nothing seeming out of the ordinary other than it leaning against a fallen tree. “How odd,” he said as he reached a hoof around to his flank and dug into a hidden pocket upon his coat, pulling out a rather strange device and using it to scan the area, a whirring, buzzing sound emitting from it. “Very odd.”
Not having detected anything, he followed the trail his ship had made in the earth upon crashing, eventually walking out from within the forest he was in and out into a vast, empty field, coming to a stop from where the TARDIS first skidded. Pointing his odd looking contraption up into the sky, he scanned for anything that might have caused the TARDIS to crash in the first place. Again, nothing was detected before pocketing his device.
“That can’t be right,” he pondered as he placed a hoof under his chin. “Surely there has to be something here. I couldn’t have just hit nothing.”
As he sat there pondering, a low groan from nearby reached his ears. Looking around, the Earth pony soon spotted a lone pony lying prone upon the ground, signs of him or her coming to as a hoof was slowly raised up to his or her head. “Goodness!” he exclaimed as he rushed over. “Are you all right there?”
“Hmm?” the pony groaned as the Earth pony looked this particular pony over.
Due to the style his short mane appeared to be in, the Earth pony confirmed this pony to be male. His coat color was a true sky blue that could blend him in well with the sky. An orange streak ran through his yellow tail with orange highlights coloring the tips of his yellow-maned bangs. The image of the sun came to mind as he noticed the pair of wings folded against his body. “Ah!” he thought. “A Pegasus pony!” But the one attribute that piqued his interest was the pair of glasses that was just centimeters from hoof’s reach.
Having focus his attention back to the matter at hand, the Earth pony complied with the question he was asked. “I asked if you were all right,” he repeated as the Pegasus blinked open his eyes. Locking eyes with him, the Earth pony saw that the Pegasus’s eye color was as white as the clouds that floated in the sky above “It’s like they sky itself took the form of a pony,” he thought to himself as he became transfixed to how comparable this pony was to the sky, almost not hearing the Pegasus’s reply.
“I think,” he responded with a bit of a moan as his hoof instinctively began searching around for something that he wasn’t fully aware of was missing. Figuring that it was the glasses he was searching for, the Earth pony picked them up and handed them to him.
“Here you go,” he said. “Figured you were looking for them.”
“Yes,” the Pegasus replied as he inspected them closely to make sure they weren’t damaged before putting them on. “Thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome,” the Earth pony said as the Pegasus slowly clambered onto all four feet. “So what’s a pony like you doing out here if I may ask?”
“Um…,” the Pegasus replied as he placed a hoof to his head once again to help him remember. “I’m not quite sure.” He then clutched his head as pain shot through it, wincing at it.
“You sure you’re all right?” the Earth pony asked, pulling out his device so as to scan the Pegasus.
“Y-yeah,” the Pegasus replied. “Just hurt my head apparently.”
“With a mild concussion no less,” the Earth pony said, placing his device away again. “But how on earth did you get one to begin with?” The Pegasus responded with another grunt of pain. “Never mind that. Let’s get you fixed up, shall we?”
“Sure, I guess,” the Pegasus answered.
“Right!” the Earth pony said. “This way… um…”
“Jet Burn,” the Pegasus said. “My name is Jet Burn.”
“Nice to meet you Jet Burn! I’m the Doctor!”
Author's Note
My Little Pony Friendship is Magic does not belong to me. Hasbro owns that right. My OC, Jet Burn, however, does.
“”The Doctor?” Jet Burn questioned.
“Yes, that’s right,” the Doctor replied.
“Is there a name that follows that?”
“Nope. Just the Doctor.”
“Right,” Jet Burn said. “Ok then. Lead on I guess, The Doctor.”
“Just Doctor will do,” the Doctor told him as he and Jet Burn started towards the forest. After a few minutes of silent walking, the Doctor glanced towards Jet Burn and asked, “So how’s your head feeling?”
“It’s feeling better now that I’m walking it off,” Jet Burn replied, rubbing the side of his head.
“That’s good to hear,” the Doctor said. “Just what happened though that would cause you to have a mild concussion?”
“It’s like I said before,” was Jet Burn’s response. “I’m not quite sure what happened. One minute I’m up flying around in the air and next I know I’m waking up on the ground to you checking on me.” He looked over at the Doctor, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “Say, how did you wind up finding me out there anyway? Nopony would have any reason traveling out that way.”
“It’s quite simple really,” the Doctor responded, thinking quick on his hooves. “I’m a traveler of sorts. I was merely passing through when your groaning made your presence known.”
“Really?” Jet Burn asked, his eyes lighting up. “You’re a traveler like me?”
“Exactly as such,” was the Doctor’s response.
“This is so radical!” Jet Burn said excitedly. “Finally another pony I can share stories with! I’ve traveled all over Equestria visiting every city, town, and village, experiencing the unexplained and most bizarre happenings that occur in each of the places I’ve been to.”
“Fascinating!” the Doctor said with intrigued interest. “I would love to get the chance to hear about your adventures.”
“Same with you,” Jet Burn said with a grin. “How long have you been traveling for?”
“A lot longer than you have,” was the Doctor’s response.
“I bet,” Jet Burn replied. “Me, I’ve been traveling for four years now. And that was right after graduation.” He paused as he brought a hoof up to the back of his head and rubbed it sheepishly. “Course, I will admit, due to all the traveling, I’ve found it rather difficult to return home. And don’t get me wrong, I’d love the chance to drop in to see how my folks are doing, but the desire for adventure overpowers the desire to drop by home. Surely you’ve felt that way.”
“More than you can imagine,” the Doctor said to him as the two soon came to a stop. “Well, here we are. My home sweet home!”
Jet Burn turned his attention forward, his eyes coming to rest upon a big, blue box that was leaning against a fallen tree. Upon it were the words “Police Box” with a blinking light on the top of it. “Wait a minute!” he said, rubbing a hoof underneath his muzzle in thought before pointing at it. “That’s it!”
“What?” the Doctor asked, looking from the box to him then back to the box. “What’s it?”
“That’s what I flew into which knocked me out!”
“What?” the Doctor questioned again. “What are you talking about?”
“Like I said before,” Jet Burn explained. “I was flying around, practicing some new moves as well and fixing to beat my own record when that blue box appeared out of nowhere! Didn’t really have any time to stop before slamming into it.”
“But… but… that’s impossible!” the Doctor exclaimed. “There’s no way you could have slammed that hard into the TARDIS, the way you did. You’d have to be flying at a velocity that would practically break the sound barrier to knock it from the sky.”
“Yeah,” Jet Burn said with mild confusion. “I’d have to do something as crazy as that to do something like that.” An awkward silence fell among them for several moments after that, neither one of them uncertain of what to say until Jet Burn broke the ice. “So… you need me to help you out with your box?”
“That…would be nice,” was his response. “It would be a pain to walk around to the back side, what with the position it’s in.”
“Not to worry,” Jet Burn said as he spread out his wings. “I’ll have it upright before you can say ‘Tally ho!’” Flying around to the back side of the TARDIS, he pushed it up off the tree, turning out to be not as heavy as he expected it to be.
“Thank you Jet,” the Doctor said in appreciation, walking towards the door.
“Not a problem, Doctor,” Jet Burn said as the Doctor opened up the door. “Glad to be of help.”
“Right then,” the Doctor said. “Now how about I get that head wound of yours checked over? Just for safe measures?”
“It’s all right,” Jet Burn replied. “I’m actually feeling a lot better though I do appreciate the offer.”
“How about a lift then?” the Doctor asked. “I can drop you off to wherever you were fixing to visit next.”
“Uh… that’s ok,” Jet Burn said with some uncertainty. “I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do with your time rather than worry about my needs.”
“Nonsense!” the Doctor said. “Time is the one thing I always have. As a matter of fact, I insist on giving you a lift.”
Jet Burn sighed, figuring that this nutty stallion wasn’t intent on giving up any time soon. “All right,” he said in defeat. “I suppose you could.”
“Excellent!” the Doctor replied happily, clopping his hooves together. “Glad to hear you’ve come about. Come on in now. I’m certain you’ll like what you’ll see.”
“Doubt it,” Jet Burn said under his breath, rolling his eyes in the process as the Doctor walked into the box. Pausing for only a moment with some hesitation, Jet Burn followed suit, stopping only a few feet in as what he expected turned out to be more than what he could ever imagine.
From where he stood was a ramp that led up to what looked to be like the central control panel of the box. The Doctor stood in front of it, watching Jet Burn with interest as he stared at the cylinder tube and the strange machine within it. He then looked around the room taking note that there were other passageways leading who-knows-where before stepping back towards the door and poking his head out, looking both ways to ensure he wasn’t hallucinating. Taking a quick look back in, Jet Burn stepped out and slowly circled the box with wonder, examining each side before stepping back in, his mind unable to comprehend this mere fact alone.
“So,” the Doctor said with a grin on his face. “What do you think?”
At first, Jet Burn was silent, still taking it all in as his mind processed words to say. “It’s…,” he managed to say as he grasped for such words. “It’s…”
“Yes?” the Doctor said with anticipation as he leaned forward slightly with wide eyes, anxious to hear what was to be said.
“It’s… impossible,” Jet Burn had finally managed to say.
“What?” the Doctor asked, his smile fading as it was now his turn to comprehend what was just said.
“How can something this huge fit into something so small?” Jet Burn asked.
For once in his life, the Doctor found himself rendered speechless. He went to open his mouth to say something, but found no words to say and closed it instead. No one, neither human or pony in life, has ever made such a comment regarding how impossible it was for an entire room to fit into something so tiny. It befuddled him so.
“Well…,” he finally managed to say as he tried to find such words. “That was… different.”
“What was?”
It’s just… that was a completely different response prior to what I expected,” was his reply.
“Oh,” was all Jet Burn had to say.
“So much for bigger on the inside,” the Doctor grumbled.
“What exactly is this?” Jet Burn asked.
“This is my spaceship,” was the Doctor’s response. “Say hello to the TARDIS.”
“The TARDIS?” Jet Burn questioned.
“It stands for Time And Relevant Dimensions in Space.”
“Wait! Time?” Jet Burn questioned. “As in a time machine? That’s what this thing is as well?”
“And a dimension traveling… machine,” the Doctor stated. “And it’s not a thing, it’s a her. And she can be very sensitive.”
“Right,” Jet Burn said with some hesitance. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”
“So, to which shall we travel to first?”
“Pardon?”
“Time or space? Which would you like to travel to first?”
“Hmm…,” Jet Burn pondered, debating which one he wanted to travel about to. “You did mention your TARDIS is a spaceship, so why not do some space exploration?”
“Very well then,” the Doctor replied as he turned a few knobs. “I have the perfect place we can go visit too. Just let me set the destination and-” he cut himself off as he reached for a lever, stopping himself as he remembered suddenly his decision to end his adventures.
“Doctor ?” Jet Burn questioned. “Are you all right?”
One more time
“Quite,” the Doctor responded, looking up at him a bit startled. “Just blanked out there for a moment. Now then, I do believe we have a planet to visit.” He finished setting in the destination before pulling down the lever. “Avante!”
The encased column began moving up and down rhythmically as the TARDIS’s engines groaned and wheezed, the mere sound loud, but mesmerizing to Jet Burn as he felt a sheer amount of excitement well up inside of him. Before long, the engines came to an abrupt stop, the Doctor glancing over towards Jet Burn.
“Well,” he said. “Here we are.”
“What?” Jet Burn asked. “That’s it? Just like that?”
“Just like that,” the Doctor responded.
“It didn’t feel like we moved.”
“Go and check for yourself,” the Doctor told him, nodding towards the door.
Jet Burn turned, staring at it with slight hesitation weighing down on him before he slowly found himself walking forward, his heart pounding with each step he took, curiosity driving him closer and closer until he found himself in front of the door, a hoof upon the knob. Twisting it, Jet Burn opened up the door, a blast of cold air greeting him as it swept into the TARDIS.
“No way!” Jet Burn said breathtakingly, looking out across the snow barren field that lied before him. “This… this can’t be real.”
“Oh it’s real all right,” the Doctor said. “It’s as real as what lies beyond your wildest imagination.”
Exhilaration fueled Jet Burn as he moved to walk outside. Seeing this, the Doctor shouted out, “Ah, hold up there Jet Burn! Let me go fetch some warm clothing.” He rushed into a cooridor and up a ramp to where he stored numerous clothes he collected upon his adventures. Quickly throwing on a scarf and winter boots, he grabbed a jacket and dashed out after Jet Burn, making sure to lock the TARDIS door on his way out.
“Oi! Jet!” he called out, finding him standing not too far from the TARDIS. “I know this is a first for you, but you can’t just go gallivanting off out into this kind of weather without the proper attire. You’ll catch a cold.”
As he approached him, the Doctor had to stop and rub his eyes, taking note that Jet Burn’s mane and tail were appearing brighter than the rest of his body. “Am I seeing things?” he wondered to himself. “Must be the cold playing tricks on me.”
Placing the jacket upon him, Jet Burn turned his head, startled at first, but relaxed when he saw who was behind him. “Oh!” he said. “Er… thanks, Doc, but I’m actually fine without it.”
“Nonsense,” the Doctor replied back, giving Jet Burn a funny look “Do you have any idea what the temperature is? I don’t want you coming down with something ghastly.”
“It doesn’t feel all that bad,” Jet Burn responded, causing the Doctor to wonder if the poor pony had lost his mind. “I’ve, er, traveled to snowy, sub-zero areas many times during my travels. I guess you could say that my body’s adapted to the freezing temperature.”
“Regardless, I would feel better if you were wearing something,” the Doctor pleaded.
Rolling his eyes in defeat in place of a sigh, Jet Burn put the jacket on. “All right,” he said as he buttoned it up. “If it puts your mind at ease.”
“So,” the Doctor said once he finished buttoning. “What do you think?”
“It definitely beats all the other adventures I’ve been on,” Jet Burn answered as they both took to walking. “Where exactly are we anyway?”
“We are currently on the desolate snow planet Titan,” the Doctor told him. “Possibly the coldest desolate planet in the universe I know of.”
“Why bother coming to a desolate planet if there’s nopony here to socialize with?”
“I would think expert travelers such as ourselves would find adventure no matter where we go,” the Doctor replied. “And that would include desolate planets.”
“You do have a point there,” Jet Burn said. “Though not every place we visit has something interesting occurring.”
“True,” the Doctor agreed. “But that’s why we have to make something happen. Besides, you haven’t experienced real adventure until you’ve traveled with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Both stallions found themselves suddenly tumbling down a snowy slope as the Doctor yelled out that last bit. They soon came to rest at the bottom, breathing heavily after the unexpected ordeal for what felt like an eternity before a small chortle escaped from Jet Burn, the chortling turning into a chuckle as the Doctor himself began chuckling as well. Before long, abrupt laughter filled the air, excitement barely able to be contained.
“Woo!” Jet Burn said eventually once able to calm himself down. “Yeah! That was awesome!”
“I’ll say it was,” the Doctor agreed as he simmered down as well, wiping away the tears produced from his laughter. “I certainly didn’t expect that to happen.”
“Me either,” Jet Burn said. “That slope came out of nowhere.”
“You may want to double check that,” the Doctor said as he examined the area via sonic screwdriver. “It’s not just a slope, it’s a slope caused by a velocital impact of metallic rock made up of nickel, iridium, platinum, gold, and other such metals.”
“Uhh… what?” Jet Burn asked.
“We tumbled into a crater hole,” the Doctor short-termed.
“Oh!” Jet Burn said as he looked about, his attention being drawn upward to a particular spot. “Hey! What’s that?”
The Doctor followed his gaze, looking up as well to see something tall extending up towards the sky. “What do you suppose that is?” he asked.
“That’s what I’m about to find out,” Jet Burn answered as he flew into the sky. The Doctor watched as Jet Burn hovered in place, slowly backing himself up to no doubt get a better view.
“Well?” the Doctor asked once Jet Burn returned. “What exactly is it?”
“It looks like it’s some sort of tower-like structure or something,” was Jet Burn’s response. “Whatever it may be, the fact remains that there’s a building on this planet.”
“That’s odd,”” the Doctor stated. “Very odd. A building on a planet covered with snow. The question to ask is: how does a building get built in a planet that has no building material?” He looked at Jet Burn. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“You bet I am,” Jet Burn replied with an excited smirk. “Let’s go check that place out!”
