Adventures in the TARDIS

“Excuuuuuuuse meeeeee,” whimsically calls the taller mare in the silver spacesuit as she lands among the others that are still gathered near the impromptu, criss-cross red crystal palace. She floats her platform down between them then points down at the still unconscious Derpy on the force field floor. “I assume you all lost this? Please say no. I want to keep her.”

“Derpy!” Feather Wind and Stern Wing call simultaneously in relief. Feather also lifts her up and out of the platform using his magic. Initially he was going to draw her in for a hug but hesitates when he notices that she’s unconscious. Only at that point he is taken aback and asks, “What happened to her?”

“Allow me to examine her,” Doctor Kelly requests as she approaches the still unconscious gray mare. “Set her gently on the ground, please.”

“Sure,” Feather accepts in an empty and slightly spooked tone.

“Where did you find her?” Daring asks the taller earth pony mare.

“In some kind of long tunnel system within the city,” the mare answers. “And you’re not going to believe this, but in the same location that I found her, I also found all six of the Daleks, and they are . . . um . . . not doing so well anymore, to put it mildly.”

“What?!” Daring asks in shock as she widens her eyes. “The Daleks are defeated?”

“A tunnel system, you say?” the Commander double checks. “I think I know which one.” He looks at his floating, transparent digital window that’s near his face. “I’ll need to confirm something.”

“Well . . . if the Daleks are down then that simply leaves the chaos beasts as our priority targets,” the silver-suited mare figures. “How are they doing?”

“Surprisingly, they took care of each other,” Stern Wing reports to the mysterious mare. “It happened shortly after the whole city heard some kind of sonic noise.”

“Oh yeah! I remember that!” the mare recalls. “But I thought the Daleks did that because, shortly after that, they started making their way to the Transmission Tower.”

“That’s odd,” says the Commander as he gives his window screen a scrutinizing look while a moving picture on his window shows nothing but static. “It seems the security feeds in those tunnels got erased within a seven minute time frame.”

“So you found both Derpy and the defeated Daleks together?” Feather checks as he looks back at the mare while crouched down near the still unconscious Derpy.

“Yeah. That’s the way I found her,” the mare lies. “I was hoping she could answer some questions about what happened.

“Is she stable, Doc?” the mare asks next to whom everyone assumes she is now addressing Doctor Kelly.

“Very stable from what I can tell,” Doctor Kelly answers. “I don’t see anything physiologically wrong with her.”

“In that case, wake her up,” the mare requests to her leader. “That way we can find out more about what happened.”

The leader and the pegasus both give each other a meaningful look again. They know this is a charade, but eventually decide to play along for the moment.

“Here. Let me take care of this,” the leader offers as she bends down near Derpy and uncorks a potion vial along the way. Instead of making Derpy drink it, though, she merely passes the bottle near Derpy’s muzzle. This quickly causes Derpy to wince, shake her head, then cough as she sits up.

“DERPY!” Feather exclaims in delight. “I’m so glad you are better now.” His look shifts to questioning as he asks, “What happened to you?”

Derpy keeps coughing for a moment then looks around in bewilderment before she asks, “What . . . what happened to me? How did I get here?”

“We were hoping you’d tell us,” Daring responds as she looms nearby. “What is the last thing you remember?”

“Oh? Um,” Derpy scrunches her face as she thinks back on that for a moment then straightens her face again as she answers, “I remember Doctor Kelly’s call.” She blushes in embarrassment as she admits, “I’ll admit, I had some concerns on where to find our meeting point and . . . OH MY CELESTIA! What is that back there!” she exclaims in shock when she finally notices the giant red crystal palace.

“That?” the silver-suited pegasus asks as she looks up at it. “Just something I whipped up in a jiff.”

“You did that?” Feather asks her in disbelief.

“Uh . . . yeah. Sure,” the pegasus answers in a suddenly timid way.

“But you’re a pegasus. How can you cast magic like this?” Feather asks in continued confusion.

“Yeah, well . . . you’re just a unicorn. How can you fly through the sky like that?” the pegasus asks back evenly.

“She’s got you there,” Stern admits with an amused grin. “I guess you both have something in common in a way. Just in opposite ways.”

Ignoring that comment, Feather continues to study the silver-suited pegasus carefully. Doing so seems to make her really bashful. It’s harder to tell while she continues to hide her face in her helmet, but her movements and tilt of her head still seem to indicate that.

Then Feather looks back at the crystal palace very thoughtfully.

Doctor Kelly applies a hoof to Derpy’s left shoulder as she asks, “And that really is the last thing you recall?”

“Well . . . the only other thing I recall is you creating some kind of floating arrow for me,” Derpy elaborates. “After that I’m drawing a blank.”

“Are you sure?” the silver-suited mare who delivered Derpy presses. “Think about this very carefully because it may be important.”

“I’d rather not stress her too much right now,” Doctor Kelly requests to the others calmly. “I’ll work with her and calm her down. Her memory might come back over time.”

“By then it’ll be too late!” the mare complains. “The three of us,” she gestures between each mare that is wearing a silver spacesuit, “will be taking off soon in our own TARDIS and I hate the idea of leaving behind something unfinished and important.”

“But that is exactly what we shall do,” the leader insists with a hint of a hard edge to her synthesized voice. “The poor girl has been through enough stress right now. Quite frankly, I think it is true for all of us. If, at some later time, her memories do come back then Doctor Saddler here is well qualified to hoofle it. She’s a trained psychologist, after all.”

“Gah . . . fine!” the mare spat. “But that also means that the mystery of what happened to the Daleks will remain unknown. For that matter, whatever happened to the Daleks might have taken care of the chaos beasts as well.” She shrugs. “Now I know the current results seem to be in our favor, but don’t any of you find it unsettling that we haven’t discovered who, how or why this happened? Whoever did this might have his or her own agenda and there is no guarantee that any of us is going to like it.”

“Not every mystery can be solved right away,” the pegasus says with a defeated but also accepting shrug. “Sometimes these things take time. We can only do the best we can from moment to moment.” She seems to look at the rest of the ponies gathered here. “Besides, I trust this group to hoofle this well. They are trained and personally selected by the Doctor, and that’s a big deal.”

First Feather swivels one of his ears to that pegasus followed by his head as he gazes back at her in wonder because he realizes that, when she said that, there is genuine depth of warmth in her voice. That tells him that not only does she know him and his friends, but knows them especially fondly. That is true love from her.

A new alert notice pops up on the Commander’s window. He reads it for a moment then nods in acceptance as he reports, “Well, we may not know who, how or why any of this happened but we do know approximately when and we do know where this occurred.” He looks across the others. “The agents I sent into that tunnel confirmed the findings of the defeated Daleks.” He looks at the silver-suited mare. “And like you said, there is strong evidence there that they will not threaten us again.”

“That’s a good thing, I suppose,” the mare replies. “I don’t think they made it to the Transmission Tower either.”

“I have personnel staffed and reporting to me from the Tower,” the Commander returns then gives another look to the group. “That includes Margret Wessle. They all confirm that the Daleks never showed up there.”

“Well then . . . crisis averted, I suppose,” Daring says with uncertain acceptance as she rubs a beige hoof on the back of her neck. “All’s well that ends well. We may not have all the answers we seek but some of my adventures in the past ended far more tragically than this. I’ll take this as a partial win and move on.”

“Except for all the ponies here in this city that got killed,” Stern adds with regret. She shakes her head as she says, “I fought as hard as I could to protect as many as I could, and I did partially succeed, but there were still many that were killed anyway.”

“You can’t save everypony,” Commander Viraxis assures grimly but also sympathetically. “That’s a lesson the Doctor always struggled to learn. If you’re all going to continue to travel with him, then it’s something you need to learn as well. Focus on the mission,” he advises and he gives a chop-down motion with his good hoof as a gesture of decisiveness. “Do the best you can then move on. Let go of your grief as soon as you can because you’ll need to be ready for the next battle.”

“I wouldn’t consider that entirely sound advice,” Doctor Kelly argues. “Instead, I think it depends on the moment and what we’re facing. There is a time for action and a time for grieving. Both are important in their own moments.” She shakes her head. “If nothing is done to eventually release the grief in a proper way, that weight will just keep adding on top of us until we’re barely functional at anything.”

“You haven’t seen War like I have,” the Commander disputes with a hard tone and look to the doctor. “Grief is a luxury we cannot always afford. Sometimes all we can do is keep being strong and press onward.”

Doctor Kelly almost disputes that by saying something else, but then waves it off as she decides there are more important things to concentrate on right now. She knows there are reasons why the Commander is locked on his current attitude and he’s not ready to let go or fully see reason yet.

“Well then . . . I guess this is goodbye for now,” the silver-suited tall mare says with casual indifference. She even pretends to yawn then says, “Onto the next adventure I suppose.”

“True,” the leader agrees with a much more truly neutral voice. “We’ve done what we came for and it’s time to move on.”

“To where or when, if I may ask?” Feather suddenly presses which surprises even himself.

“To wherever the Stars and Fates take us,” the pegasus says rather sweetly. “There’s so much adventure for us to explore out there and I, for one, am looking forward to it.”

“So you are enjoying your journey so far?” Feather asks that pegasus mare specifically.

“Um, yeah dah . . . Um . . . Feather Wind,” the pegasus mare answers as she course corrects in mid sentence but Feather still caught that because he is paying very close attention to her right now. Her body language immediately shows her to be squeamish as if she realizes that he still caught that. She backs off a few steps and rubs the back of her neck with a suited wing as she says shyly, “Um . . . goodbye for now. It was great meeting you all.”

“You too, young lady,” Stern replies casually. “Thank you for your help today and goodbye for now. I’ll approve if we ever work together again because you’ve all proven yourselves quite capable.”

Feather Wind says nothing else to the retreating mare which is against Stern Wing’s expectations. After all, he grew up in a very civilized environment that is a whole lot more prim and proper than her own background. She gives him a questioning look which soon shifts to wonder when she notices his look of . . . Well, it’s very hard to describe. A deep and thoughtful look. One that seems to have some recognition, realization, and maybe even love in it. Love for a stranger that they had just met.

Stern Wing looks back at the silver-suited pegasus mare and notices that she froze too while staring back at Feather Wind’s look. Her body language seems to suggest strong reluctance to go and maybe something more. Like maybe there is more she wants to tell them but can’t for some reason.

Stern then lifts an eyebrow back at her boyfriend while privately telling herself that she’ll need to ask him about this later.

The pegasus does eventually turn away. She quickly picks up her pace from a trot to a canter in order to catch up with the other two.

While Doctor Kelly closely monitors and attends to Derpy and Daring approaches and asks Commander Viraxis a few last questions, Feather Wind regards the crystal palace with stunned realization. He approaches it then touches it. He closes his eyes and feels for the vibrational energy of the crystal just like Crystal Sage taught him to do. When he does, he verifies a theory of his. This crystal truly is constructed using the same magic that is in the Red Crystal.

Feather opens his eyes as he rubs the surface of the crystal he is touching fondly.

He knows that the Red Crystal he has needs to gather a lot of positive energy. Enough to bring back the Crystal Empire sometime in the future. More than likely it will take so long to do that that it will likely be a multi-generational project. That means he’ll one day have to pass the Crystal onto somepony else who, in turn, must use it to gather more positive energy. It also has to be someone in his family with perhaps the curious exception of Doctor Kelly, and that only because of her race's natural affinity for all magic crystals.

When he adds this all up, he comes to one very shocking conclusion, and that is he just met the grown-up version of his unborn daughter!

That revelation alone almost numbs his soul but his rational side quickly comes back and says, “Well, if that is true then it reinforces another concept that we’ve already gathered, and that is the fact that we’ll need to retire from the Doctor’s journey at some point. Not only is it important to eventually devote more time and attention to our unfinished and unpublished poetry but now it seems we’re going to have a foal on the way at some point. If the Doctor was really reluctant to allow a blind, prone-to-sickness filly into his ship then he will really put his hoof down when it comes to a yearling . . . and yeah. He’s right. It’s absurd to think maintaining this hectic lifestyle is also conducive and safe with raising a family.”

“Feather?” Stern asks in concern as she approaches and tenderly touches his back. “You alright?”

At her touch and reminder of her presence in addition to the revelation he just reached, Feather’s heart floods with loving emotion for her. So much so that tears rise to his eyes.

“Stern Wing,” he says as he turns his head enough to peer back at her with his right eye over his right shoulder. She is caught off guard upon seeing the glisten of tears in his eyes. “I need to tell you right now that I love you. I love you so deeply for being such an enormous blessing in my life.”

His every word and sentence continues to keep her off balance for a moment but then her own flood of loving emotion rushes to claim her. She’s not sure why he’s acting this way all of a sudden but there doesn’t seem to be anything here worth complaining about. Finally she returns his smile with a bright, loving smile of her own.

It still amuses Star Breeze to no end to watch her captain, Vision, unpack her “TARDIS” from inside a dimensional saddlebag which is also bigger on the inside. Once it is removed, it quickly unfolds itself as it is planted on the ground.

Part of her still feels like giggling when she thinks back to the first moment she witnessed something like this, except back then it was in reverse. Vision had folded up the “tent” and packed it up in her saddlebag. After that she spun about back then and was about to trot off, but she paused when she sensed Star Breeze's surprised emotion and perhaps also a similar reaction from their other companion, Missy.

Since Vision was born blind, there was no point for her to even pretend to look at others when they gathered her attention. Instead, she has her own way to signal that she is focusing on others and that is to swivel her ears on top of her head towards whomever she is particularly interested in from moment to moment. At that particular moment she swiveled each ear to both mares. Whatever she sensed from each of them caused her to grin a bit then she gave a witty quip that still cracks Star Breeze up to this day, and that comment is, “Everypony, try to remember where we parked.”

With that, Vision trotted on casually without cracking up even slightly.

While that memory still amuses Star Breeze, she has since come to realize that those words had even more emphatic meaning than she first realized. After all, she wasn’t the only one Vision spoke to on that day. The pegasus had since come to realize that Vision was driving a point to Missy in particular. A veiled message that basically said, “Don’t forget, not only am I the only one with the keys to my ship, not only am I the only one who can pilot it because of its unique configuration, but I am the only one who keeps traveling with the ship itself! Don’t cross me, Missy! You have been warned.”

“Finally!” Missy exasperates as she regards the unfolded TARDIS that is disguised as a tent. “We can remove these damn helmets and spacesuits.”

“But you know why we have to occasionally wear them,” Star Breeze points out. “Two of those ponies are my own parents, for Celestia’s sake! According to them, I’m not even born yet.”

“Boo-hoo!” Missy pretends to whine with pity. “I’m soooo sorry for you and your inconvenience. As you’re well aware, I have quite the reputation for following the rules.”

Star Breeze growls at Missy in frustration while Missy attempts to unzip the “tent” but finds it is still closed. Missy then sighs in annoyance then looks at her “captain” while gesturing to the entrance and asking irritably, “Do you mind? I could use a shower to wash off a lot of disgusting filth right now.”

“So . . . you had enough fun for now?” Vision asks in a very serious tone as she continues to regard Missy with one swiveled ear.

Missy growls within her helmet then jabs a point at her “captain” as she complains, “Don’t you dare presume to judge me! I did what I had to do.” She waves the two of them off. “While you two were busy galavanting out there and ‘pretending’ to be heroes with each of those beasts one by one, I focused hard on the main objective! The vast majority of the other beasts, as well as all of the Daleks, are dead now because of me!” She gestures to herself hard when she said the word “me” then lowers her hoof back to the ground and says, “So open the bucking door and get off my back!”

“Did you hurt Derpy?!” Star Breeze asks defensively as she takes a bold step forward.

It is hard to tell with the helmets still on, but Missy passes Star Breeze a silent droll look for a few seconds before sneering and says sarcastically, “Why yes, little lady. Yes I did. I killed her then reversed time on her corpse so that I could kill her again half a dozen more times before finally yawning in boredom and decided to rob her of her memories of the encounter instead.”

Star Breeze cuts a hoof across the air as she says accusingly, “Knowing you as well as I do, I don’t have the luxury of dismissing that as a casual joke. In fact, I think it’s revolting that you even attempted to pass it off as a joke.”

Missy’s head straightens as she says, “I’m not like you pathetic, colorful equines. I’m not swayed by your cuteness or your insipid attempts at ‘friendship’. You all knew what you were in for when I was invited onto this ship, and let me make it perfectly clear that I only accepted the invitation for my own reasons.”

“And that is your prerogative,” Vision accepts with unshakeable calmness. “You’ve actually did very well on this mission, all things considered.” She waves a hoof at the entrance of the tent which suddenly unzips itself. “For that, you remain welcome aboard my ship. Enjoy your shower. You have earned it on this day.”

Missy actually feels disturbed because she wonders if Vision really means what she said or not. It’s even worse to realize that the annoying little psychic mare can sense her discomfort and confusion. That makes pulling off pranks against her, or otherwise evil schemes thereof, quite difficult around this mare.

In an attempt to pretend that she does not care, Missy scoffs then stomps her way into the ship. She figures she might as well try to fool Star Breeze at the very least.

“You’re really going to let her get off that easy?” Star Breeze asks her captain in disbelief. “Remember, she probably violated and hurt Derpy.”

“And took care of the source of this mission,” Vision reminds while not turning her head to “look” at Star Breeze. “She did say she would deal with this her own way. Don’t forget, there was a time when her motives, methods and objectives were all equally dark. An individual with a history that dark and ancient isn’t going to change fully overnight. In fact, it will require the patience of a Time Lord to pull off. I’ll cut her some slack for that but also give her the patience, love, understanding, and sometimes a bit of discipline that it actually takes to change very slowly for a soul who's been lost to the darkness to this degree.”

“Time Lord my flank. You’re demonstrating the patience of a downright saint if you ask me!” Star Breeze says in amazement.

“Whether she likes it or not, she is now in the Pony Universe and needs to learn that things run differently here,” Vision lectures calmly. “To that end, fate has sent me to her . . . one of the rare few who could actually succeed with this task. Not even the Doctor could do that, by the way. They are both too close to each other to make any true lasting change, and believe me . . . Time Lords can be very stubborn in their ways.”

“No doubt,” Star Breeze agrees a bit numbly and thoughtfully.

“Now come on,” Vision bids as she trots into her ship. “It’s time for us to go.”

The interior of this ship looks much like it does on the outside. It’s like a tent but much bigger in the inside. Ribbons and decorative silks hang from the walls and ceiling and a lot of pillows are clustered along the floor. This all closely matches something out of Saddle Arabia, but it even more closely matches the motif of a home of a mystical gypsy.

In the process of stepping in, she actually steps past Missy who waited to the side of the door. By then, she had removed most of the suit and finished with her helmet. Missy almost sets the helmet down but then she looks at it. A flair of anger bursts within her at the reminder of the occasional need to put this on. Growling at it hatefully (despite its occasional usefulness too), she chucks it hard at her “captain” but misses a bit.

What is startling to see, though, is Vision suddenly catching it without looking, not that she can “see” anyway. It is just so eerie to see the helmet fly at such tremendous speed in one moment then it comes to an instant stop at the end of Vision’s outstretched left forehoof which snapped out in the blink of an eye.

Missy is taken aback. This isn’t the first time that she’s reminded that Vision just might be the pony equivalent of a real live Jedi Knight, at least insofar as precognitive reflexes are concerned and this “somehow larger than life” feeling despite being so petite, calm, and often quiet.

Intense tension suddenly falls in the room thick enough that it causes all three mares to freeze. Ahead of Star Breeze and Missy, Vision continues to hold that pose for quite some time then finally turns her head halfway over her left shoulder. She then swivels her left ear more directly at Missy then holds that pose.

Inwardly, Missy shudders. Right now she feels like a child that got caught doing something naughty by a very powerful adult. It’s so strange that another mare, who is likely less than two percent of Missy’s total age, feels like Vision is many times older instead.

Nevertheless, there is just something about Vision that is very intimidating on occasion. A weight and gravitas about her that makes others feel like she can crush them in an instant if she wanted to. By now, Missy knows that is not a bluff either. Vision really does have the skills to do it.

Vision is not even staring directly at Missy, but just by aiming that one ear at her, it feels like her “captain” is somehow staring right through her soul. Since she is a known empath, Missy can’t dismiss that theory either.

Vision isn’t saying a word or moving a muscle yet that somehow makes her seem even more intimidating. It’s like she doesn’t even have to do that. One harsh, judgemental “stare” from her feels strong enough to cow even a normally powerful Time Lady.

That is why Missy also grew interested in the other mare. There is nothing like a cool display of raw power that makes her shiver to her core almost sexually. For that very reason, she has since started to scheme ways to corrupt Vision with the same vehement drive that she once had for the Doctor. She has not abandoned that goal either, but now there is another individual on her dark bucket list.

It’s ironic to Missy that she also realizes that these ponies keep on trying to persistently redeem her at the same time. More than once, Missy has mused over the possibility of what if they both succeed? That, against all odds, these ponies finally turned her good but it came at the cost of Vision’s own moral conscience?

Well, in that case, they might secretly remain on opposite sides of the spectrum even when they both flip sides. In that case, is it possible Vision could do more damage to the universe than Missy ever has or ever would? The thought of that possibility gives Missy a thrill of excitement!

“I’m, ah . . . just going to go now,” Missy announces with annoying timidness but right now she can’t help it, yet the realization that anyone can evoke that response in her at all also thrills her at the same time. That’s crazy to think about, but that’s been the theme of pretty much her whole life.

Vision remains silent and still as Missy tip-hooves away. The only movement the “captain” makes is to lock one ear aiming at Missy’s direction. The tension in the room doesn’t fully drop until Missy rushes out the last few paces out of this room.

Then, finally, Vision lowers her outstretched hoof that is still holding Missy’s space helmet. At that point it feels like the whole room expelled a breath of relief.

“I love it when you put your hoof down with her,” Star Breeze expresses as she finally removes her own helmet and tucks it more respectfully under her left wing. She then shakes her head to loosen her dark, multi-hue mane that looks like every shade of color the sky gets as the sun rises or sets. Beyond that, her face, and indeed most of her body, is black with white dots. Sort of like a living version of a star chart.

“Tough love is sometimes necessary with this one,” Vision expresses calmly. “She won’t ever obey anypony she does not fear and respect. Power in itself isn’t going to change her, but it can be a means to an end. It’ll at least gain her attention. A way to crack the door open, if you will.

“Now ask me what you wish to ask me,” Vision orders. “Get it off your chest.”

Star Breeze freezes for a second until she reminds herself that she’s dealing with a psychic empath. For some reason that keeps catching her off guard so far. She’s still not accustomed to someone who can see through others that clearly.

“Uh, well . . . I wanted to know if you know if my father figured out who I am,” Star Breeze asks.

“What good would the answer serve?” Vision challenges.

“Please!” Star Breeze begs. “I want to know. If you don’t tell me, it’ll keep nagging me and it might even hinder my performance later.”

“My dear, I’ve known the answer to that question a long time ago,” Vision answers. “Even before this mission started. That’s not an issue of empathy or my prophetic dreams. Instead, I personally grew up with him during my formative years and I can assure you that is one really bright pony. If you left any evidence behind that reveals your origin then I can assure you he will figure it out if he hasn’t already. Aside from that, he has good instincts too. He’s more of an empath himself than he realizes.”

“Then . . . he does know?” Star Breeze asks with rising hope.

“Probably, but remember . . . you are forbidden to confirm it,” Vision reminds with a hint of steel in her voice.

That response causes Star Breeze’s shoulder and head to sag and her ears to lower sadly.

“I know how much you want to tell him,” Vision assures with some sympathetic warmth to her voice this time. “I know how much you want to be honest and open with him. I know how much you want to ‘catch up’ with him, as it were, but remember . . . this is the past version of your father we’re talking about. To him, you’re not even born yet, although he probably knows, now, that you’re on your way someday. When you are born, he’ll get to know you while raising you. As for you, you have your memories of being raised by him. That’s enough. Be satisfied.

“Your time with your father, as you knew him, is in the past. You are here now. You chose to set hoof on my TARDIS in order to experience a grand adventure and I’m happy to provide it to you, but to embrace the new . . . you’ll have to let go of the old. Make the most of this moment now or you’ll be spending your future regretting that you didn’t take full advantage of this moment.” Vision nods while her milky white eyes remain staring out into empty space and not quite aimed at Star Breeze. “Live the adventure. Be in this moment. Explore with me and we’ll make an important difference along the way. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?

“I know I’m not the Doctor and I’m aware you’re disappointed over that fact, but consider what you did receive. Can you still be satisfied?”

“Oh of course!” Star Breeze expresses brightly. “I’m very grateful to you for including me in your journey.”

“Our journey,” Vision corrects. “And you’re welcome. It is a pleasure for me to travel with you too. For me, this also feels like an enduring legacy.

“Now then, why don’t you go shower as well and take a load off too.”

“Do you know where and when we’re going next?” Star Breeze can’t help but ask with foal-like curiosity.

“We shall know when the moment comes,” Vision answers as she sits on one of the pillows on the floor. She keeps her eyes open as she sinks into a meditative trance. In doing so, she starts to intensify her otherwise constant communion with her TARDIS and that is how she steers her ship. She basically becomes one with it which is why, in Star Breeze’s estimation, Vision’s maturity remained far ahead of her actual age.

Star Breeze smiles in acceptance then trots out of the room while unzipping the rest of her spacesuit off. By the time she makes a few paces onward in the next room, she already hears this TARDIS come to life.