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The Doctor had sent Bram back to the console room to wait for Danni, after all even though she had said that was where she was heading, the arrow had in fact been pointing in the wrong direction. Normally he would have trusted the TARDIS to help his wife find her way back to him, but the further they went it, the more obvious it became that she simply wouldn't be able to help Danni. He knew his TARDIS best, and Bram could reassure her that her husband was looking for her. He had heard Gregor's little instruction to his big brother, telling him to tear the console apart while he was there, but that was the least of his concerns at that point in time. His thoughts, his only thoughts, were of the blonde woman he knew would be terrified, who might have been hurt because of them.
"We should all split it." Gregor suggested and the Doctor stopped in his tracks, bouncing in frustration before turning to him, eyes narrowed in anger, "We'll find your wife faster. And your friend."
He was right, and the Doctor hated it. He had been reluctant to allow Bram out of his sight, and now to let the rest seemed too much. He couldn't risk them hurting her even more. But, the more ground they covered, the more change they had of finding her.
"Take her straight to the console room." He warned, "And you let me know, do you understand?" Gregor rolled his eyes at his attitude, scoffing at his threats and the Doctor's hands tightened into fists. He took a step towards Gregor, the man stepping back in surprise at the dark look on his face, "Do not take me lightly. If she has one cut on her head, you will never leave the TARDIS. I have destroyed armies for less, do not underestimate me." He turned away, heading down the hallway as he checked his watch, "25 minutes and counting!"
Gregor motioned for Tricky to follow him, and after a look from the android, he watched him chase after the Doctor. As if Gregor was really going to be looking for some random women, he had a ship to scrap.
Tricky caught up to the Doctor as he was pulling his sonic screwdriver out, scanning the area for some hope of a result he could use.
"You're really worried, aren't you?" He asked the strange man and the Doctor nodded vaguely, barely paying attention to him. There was still nothing, no sign of either of them. The TARDIS didn't like having the men who'd caused her so much harm wandering her halls, and so was diverting them and trying to separate them to stop them doing any more damage, but why was she doing the same to Danni and to Clara?
"She'll be scared." The Doctor offered, "And she's in danger. Yes, I'm worried."
"I am sorry that we hurt your ship." Tricky replied and the Doctor studied him as he tried to scan the area once again. An android that needed protection from flames, and seemed to actually feel the remorse he offered rather than knowing that he should?
"So, you're an android?" He asked as if he was trying to take his mind off his wife. Before Tricky could answer, however, another scream rang out. This one was closer, probably just down the corridor and around the corner, but was still most definitely his wife.
"Danni!" He called out, chancing the noise down the hallway. She was there, she was just there.
He rounded the corner to find the hallway completely empty and stretching out in front of him. He'd see her if she had run off down the corridor; the TARDIS must have moved her. He pulled out his screwdriver, quickly seeing if there was any trace of her but it appeared Danni had long gone. He roared in frustration, turning to kick the wall when he spotted a pair of glasses on the floor. He rushed over, dropping to his knees and picking up the pair, immediately being drawn to the crack down the middle of one of the lens. They were definitely Danni's, but she couldn't see without them. Whatever had caused her to drop them had to have been terrifying. He looked up and saw another message from her on the wall 'T, this way, still very lost, D x' with an arrow pointing right. The arrow, though, was smudged at the point, like she had been grabbed and dragged away before she could finish it. His hand clenched around the glasses; he had to find her.
Now.
~0~0~0~
Clara shut the door as quickly as she could, leaning on it and panting slightly from the running. There was no sign of the Doctor or Danni anywhere in the TARDIS that she'd found herself lost in, but she hadn't been too worried until she'd seen the creature that had been wandering the halls all this time without her knowing. The thing had been made up of what appeared to be dark rock, like something out of a volcano as it glowed red underneath it. She'd not taken too much of a glance at it, though, just turning and running as fast as she could out of the room until she'd found somewhere safer to hide.
It was a shame, really, because the room she'd found the creature in had been full of really interesting things that she'd have to ask the pair about once they'd sorted out whatever was wrong with the TARDIS. There'd be an adorable, if not rickety cot with stars and planets all over it, and a little home-made model of the TARDIS she knew had a story behind it. Maybe they were stuff from people who had travelled with the before her. Danni had told her stories of a Donna and a Rose, and when she'd seen her wall of photos she'd seen so many more faces.
She frowned as she finally took in the room, reaching out in the darkness for the sign of a light switch, her hand passing over a panel and the room lighting up. Unlike most of the TARDIS she'd stumbled upon so far, this room was meticulous in its cleanliness. The walls were pale yellow, the future white. There was a cot, and a rocking chair and Clara suddenly realised she'd fallen into a nursery of some sort. Had they travelled with someone with kids? Did they have a kid? Clara shook her head as she walked over to a shelf full of cute little ornaments - they would have said something by now, she knew it. It's not like it was something you could keep secret.
She picked up a ceramic giraffe, making it walk across the shelf with a smile on her face as she caught sight of a photo frame. She walked over, picking it up and looking at the three in the picture, her held tilted to the side in thought. A brown-haired woman with a grey-haired older man, the woman holding a little baby in a pale yellow baby grow. The man looked less than happy to be any part of the photograph, his mouth in a frown that Clara decided meant he was grumpy most of the time, even though he was letting the little baby hold onto his finger for dear life. She turned the frame over, taking out of the photo and folding it in half, putting it in her pocket. She didn't recognise any of the people in it, but she was going to find out who they were.
Another look around the room had her smiling again. It was such a lovely room, it was just how she would decorate a nursery should she ever have a baby. Not yet, obviously, she was too busy travelling. But one day.
She blew on the palm of her hand, her burn from before they'd crashed picking up again and she headed to the door. She wasn't going to find anyone standing in one spot, was she?
~0~0~0~
Right, that was it, she really was lost. Danni leant against a wall and slid down it, sitting on the dusty floor. She'd yet to come back into contact with her two figured alien friend, but she wasn't sure that was a bad thing. She also hadn't come across Theta either, which she knew was bad. In fact, she wasn't sure she was going anywhere but around in circles. The TARDIS was obviously in really bad way if she wasn't trying to get them back together again. Back at the South Pole, she had said that she could only go back for the Doctor when it was safe for Danni to be there.
Danni groaned, leaning her head back against the wall. The TARDIS was trying to keep her safe, wasn't she? The TARDIS was in deep trouble, her husband could be dead or worse, she had no idea if she'd picked Clara up or not, and yet the TARDIS was still trying to keep her safe.
"Please, let me get to the Doctor." She called, "You need to fix yourself, sweetie. He can look after me, if that's what you're worried about!" Not that she needed 'looking after'. She wasn't as smart as he was, but she wasn't completely useless. That rock monster thing that had been chasing her hadn't caught up to her, had it? No, because she was sensible and didn't hang around to talk to it, like some other Time Lords she could name.
Time Lord. That still sounded so strange to her. More than ever, now she knew what a mix of odds and ends she actually was. Was she even a Time Lord, really? Or was it just the Doctor's attempt to make himself feel less alone?
She looked at the wall across from her. She should leave another message for him before she moved on. With the TARDIS seemingly keeping them apart, she wasn't even sure he was getting them. But, they were making her feel better. She glared at the cracked line on her glasses lens. She really needed to get some stronger ones. Some sort of alien, super glass or something? She rolled her eyes at her own train of thought. 'Super alien glass'? She really wasn't as clever as he was.
She screamed, startled as something fell from the ceiling onto her head. She ducked, covering her head waiting for more debris to fall but after a while she realised that nothing was. She slowly lifted her head up, looking around to see if she could spot what had hit her on the head. It hadn't actually hurt, just took her completely by surprise and she couldn't spot what it could have been amongst the parts of the TARDIS that were already-
Hang on, was that- she reached over, picking up a pair of glasses on the floor. She would have described them as 'Ronnie Barker' glasses, large square lenses with thick black frames. She tried them on, though, as they were in a better state than the ones she was currently wearing. They seemed fine, and she looked at her broken ones in confusion. Why the hell were there glasses falling from the ceiling?
She looked up, "Did you do this?" She asked the box, as if she was going to get a reply. A hum was the best she could offer when she was fully working. Danni shrugged, chucking her broken ones on the floor as she stood up, "Thank you, sweetie. I know you're trying your best." She walked over to the wall in front of her, writing 'T, this way, still very lost, D x' and started drawing an arrow pointing left to show him where she was going, when she heard a roar from her right. The point of the arrow went off on a tangent as she faltered horribly, turning to see the two-in-one figure from before. She screamed, and once again was sensible enough to run in the opposite direction to it.
~0~0~0~
Gregor looked around the room, unable to actually comprehend what his scanner was telling him. The glowing crystals dangling from the ceiling were entirely too good to be true, but the fact of the matter was that the scanner never lied. It looked like a tree, with large metallic vines dangling from the top to the floor.
"I don't understand." He told the machine in his hand as he stepped further into the room, "Give me a price tag."
"Incalculable." The scanner replied.
"What?" He snapped at it, stepping through some of the tendrils towards the trunk-like centre.
"More valuable than the total sum of any currency. Living metal. Bespoke engineering. Whatever machine you require, this system will build it." That couldn't be right, surely? He put the scanner in his pocket, stepping towards a lower-hanging crystal. They had strange markings on them, circles within circles and if they meant something he had no idea, nor did he care. He put both hands on the glowing end and it went dark, as if it was reacting to him. Anything he could ever want? All he needed, then, was one of these glowing crystals and he would be rich for the rest of his days. No more scavenging the empty cosmos, this was his ticket to somewhere warm and clean.
He took his laser cutter off its hook on his backpack, lifting it up purposefully as it whirred into life. He aimed high, he still had no idea how these things worked, after all and he might need some of the vine as well.
"No! No, no. Stop!" He rolled his eyes, the Doctor rushing in, hands out in front of him. Great, just what he needed. He turned off his laser, lowering it again, "Please! Don't! Don't touch it." The Doctor reached out, cupping one of the crystals as he looked pleadingly at the other man, "Please. She won't let you touch it." He looked around, looking worried, "I can feel a TARDIS tantrum coming on." He gently stroked the crystal in his hands, as if he was making sure it was okay.
"What the hell is this place?" Gregor asked him.
"Architectural Reconfiguration System. It reconstructs particles according to your needs." The Doctor explained slightly reluctantly.
Gregor almost laughed in his disbelief, "A machine that makes machines?"
"Yes." The Doctor replied, quickly and shortly, "Basically." He turned back to the crystal, his fingers dancing just in front of it as he checked the area around him for any damage. It was such an intricate, delicate system, one wrong move and the TARDIS start shutting down to protect what was basically her child. Danni had loved this place; he smiled at the memory of her turning around, looking up at the ceiling in pure delight. That was back in his last body, back when he was a coward for not taking a chance with her, and yet clever enough to still show off.
He also wasn't stupid, and had expected Gregor to put the laser down and reach out for one of the crystals, "What are you doing?" He asked lowly but it didn't stop the man, "No, no, don't! Don't! If you walk out of here with that circuit, the TARDIS will try to stop you!" He insisted, "We have to find Danni, she's unsafe and the TARDIS won't let you near her if you harm her."
He reached out towards the man, hoping that it would stop him but Gregor just smiled as he yanked the crystal off the end of the tendril. The rest of the tree dulled as a high-pitched screech rang through the air. Tricky and the Doctor winced in pain, ducking and covering their ears but Gregor just put his crystal into his backpack. He'd got what he'd come for, they could leave. He headed towards the door, only to come to a stop in front of the blank wall where it had once stood.
He turned around, ready to ask where the door was, only to have the front of his clothes grabbed onto by furious hands. The Doctor, with very little effort, strode over and forced him backwards, slamming him against the wall. His backpack and the crystal dug into his back and he yelled out in pain as he was bent around the device.
"Do you have any idea what you've done?" The Doctor snarled, eyes blazing in anger and Gregor actually started at the fury running through the man, "She's my wife, don't you understand?!" He panted as he stared the man down, hands shaking he was so angry. The TARDIS would protect Danni with her last breath, he had seen to that long ago. It was why she had flown her away on the submarine back in the 1980's. He had put failsafe after failsafe in place to make sure that when he was gone, Danni was all the TARDIS cared about. The TARDIS was under attack, and by men he had let in. The TARDIS was never going to let any of them near his wife unless it was determined she was safer with them than without them, and with the TARDIS fighting back already, he just couldn't see that happening.
She was lost in the centre of the TARDIS, without him. Alone.
He shook his head, letting go of Gregor and smoothing down the front of his jumpsuit. His lips turned up slightly in the mock of a surprised grin, a little breathy laugh joining it, "Angry is not something you want to see from me." He told the man lightly, "I'm never quite sure what I'll do next."
Gregor actually, for a moment, was afraid of the man in front of him with the mad glint in his eyes. The Doctor looked like he might just kill him there and then, but that was absurd. He was a lanky, weak little mad man in a blue box. Still, Gregor side-stepped around him instead of barging past. He took command once again, loving to show off his power by chucking a small explosive to his-to the android.
"Torch it." He told Tricky, who looked down at the device, hesitating, "I said torch it!"
"It's her basic genetic material, she won't let you go with it." The Doctor reiterated.
"Can't you feel it, Gregor? The ship's in torment, like it's a living thing. You can't hurt it." Tricky added, his voice box wavering once again. Gregor rolled his eyes, snatching the device back, approaching the wall as the doors opened, letting them back into the hall. He grinned in triumphant, chucking the device into the air once.
"What's the matter, TARDIS? Scared to fight me?" He asked before walking out, leaving Tricky to trail after him. The Doctor watched them go, his hands working almost anxiously in front of them. He couldn't let them out of his sight, not now they had a personal part of the TARDIS. But he needed to find Danni, and there was no way the TARDIS would allow that either. He was trapped in a mess of his own making, and he had to keep reminding himself that Clara was out there somewhere as well. He had to convince Gregor to give up the crystal; if the TARDIS saw him giving in, then perhaps she might let Danni come back to him. He headed out after them, checking his watch once again. They were running out of time, the countdown was almost over.
~0~0~0~
Danni slammed her hand on the red, glowing button on the wall, giving a glance behind her as she waited the agonising half a second before it opened with a swish. She darted inside, watching it close behind her before she allowed herself to relax. She'd come across another one of those creatures when she'd been running from the one who'd been following her, this one had its hand fused with its face and had been just as eager to catch her as its friend. She took a couple of deep, shaking breaths, tears gathering in her eyes. She just wanted her husband now, she had been doing well but she felt trapped yet in a mass of space at the same time.
She felt slightly comforted as she headed deeper in the library she'd found herself in, the familiarity of the room relaxing her somewhat. She should go out and leave him a note telling him she was waiting for him in here. That sounded like a good plan. She could grab a book, maybe a bit of Shakespeare to calm her nerves and before she knew it, Theta would be with her once again.
Unless the TARDIS exploded first. Or if he was already dead. She froze as she reached out towards a book. He wouldn't even regenerate. She'd just lose him forever. No more Doctor, no more Theta. And then there was Clara. Was she destined to be another Clara they'd lose as well? Dead somewhere in the TARDIS, never to be found?
No, the Doctor wouldn't let that happen. Not again. Unless he was dead. Then he really didn't have much of a choice, did he?
"Why won't you let me see him?!" She screamed at no one, glaring up at the ceiling of the multi-floor room, "Please, just let me see him!" She kicked the bookcase once in frustration, an angry sob breaking from her lips before she clenched her fists, trying to calm herself down. Getting emotional wasn't going to help anyone. Staying in the Library wasn't going to help either. She needed to get to the console room, and fast.
"Dann- Dann- Danni-" A voice stuttered and she turned around, grabbing the book ready to throw it at whoever had snuck up on her. She gawped in surprise as Ten flickered in and out of existence, the TARDIS obviously struggling to bring up the Voice Interface. His body would spread across the air, like a transmission being interfered with and he even turned black and white for a moment.
"Woah, woah, sweetie!" She cried, dropping the book and rushing closer. She held her hands out in front of her, "Calm down, slowly!"
"Dan- Dan-" He continued to stutter before he seemed to catch himself, becoming more stable but much more transparent, "Stay here."
"I can't, I need to get to the Doctor." She cried, "Please stop moving me away from him."
"Stay here." He reiterated, "They're going to take my apart. They're taking me apart. They've taken me apart." He stuttered again, his face contorted as he couldn't focus on a tense, "It's going to be unsafe. It was unsafe."
"Someone's taking you apart?" Danni gasped, horrified. That was like- it was like someone harvesting someone's organs!
"My thief, he's got my thief." Ten continued to babble, "He will knock four times. He's got my thief." Danni stepped forward again, a pained look on her face as the image began to flicker again. She was using a lot of power to even do this and the image was starting to look like a glitching video game character. The movements were all jerky and erratic, Ten's face twisting painfully.
"You need to stop." Danni told the TARDIS firmly, "Turn the interface off. Heal yourself. I'll save the Doctor, just let me get to him."
The TARDIS didn't like that, "Stay here." Danni shook her head.
"I can't." She pointed out, "Please, I need the Doctor."
"NO!" He screamed, his face contorting into a wild snarl before the image exploded in front of her. She covered her face, even though all that happened was a shower of light the fell weightlessly through the air. When she lowered her hands again, seeing the Doctor no longer in front of her, another sob broke out of her throat.
"Please, let me see him." She begged, "I'm really scared now, sweetie." Nothing changed, nothing moved at all and she struggled not to break down and cry. She just needed to get to the console room, then she could collapse as much as she liked. She strode towards the door, ready to brave whatever monsters were out in the hallway to get back to him, only to find the wall completely smooth.
"What have you do with the door?!" She screamed to no reply. She smashed her hand on the wall, turning back around. She'd just have to find another way out. If the TARDIS was worried about something that was happening to the Doctor right at that moment, although the reference to Wilfred did contradict that slightly, she needed to get to him and save him. No one was taking her husband's last life before she was ready.
She headed towards the back of the library, looking for another exit. The library was so huge she knew from experience that it had many exits, she just had to find one before the TARDIS took them all away. She was making her way to a corner when a spotlight came on, catching her eye as it illuminated a large, leather book. Curious, Danni walked over, stroking the front of it.
"'The History of the Time War'?" She read off the metal plaque on the front. She'd never seen this book before, she hadn't even thought it would have existed. She glanced to her side, the put a couple fingers in between two pages roughly a quarter the way in. With a little bit of effort, she opened the book, gasping at the illustration of the destroyed city on the page. It was the Citadel, the one she'd been thrown to before she'd regenerated. It looked in a slightly better state that the one she had seen, but it had obviously seen better days. She glanced at the front of the book once again, trying to find an author or an indication on who could have possibly have had a hand in writing it. There wasn't any, so she went back to the words.
"'The death toll rose-'"
~0~0~0~
Clara couldn't believe the scale of the library, she was sure it hadn't been this big when Danni had been showing her around. Perhaps there was more than one- the one she had seen had all been on one floor. She knew that the TARDIS liked to show off, maybe that's what it was doing now.
The shelves seemed to go on forever, so she was sure she'd found an excellent hiding place from the creatures that were running around the TARDIS. She didn't have much of a plan apart from to run and hide, it wasn't like she could do anything else, anyway. She didn't even know what they were.
She walked down one of the man aisles lined with large, ornate bookshelves when she saw a flash of blonde hair. She froze, then slowly headed towards the figure. They were stood in a little enclave, facing away from her.
"Danni?" She called uncertainly and the blonde spun around. Clara frowned in confusion at the large, thick-framed glasses the woman seemed to be wearing but then started striding quickly towards her at the sight of her bright red face and streaming tears, "Hey, hey, it's okay." She promised, pulling Danni into a hug. She clung to Clara tightly, the sobs ripping from her throat and she shook almost violently, "What were you reading?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder to try and see the large book.
"Don't look!" Danni exclaimed, her voice pleading her, "Please, don't look." Clara nodded, tearing her eyes away even though all she now wanted to do was read the large tome.
"Okay, I'm not looking." She promised, "Although you might not want to read it again if this is the state it gets you in." Danni chuckled wetly, her eyes squeezing shut.
She'd never look at the book again, she knew it. She shouldn't have ever thought to read it, what could she have been expecting but what was inside? The first battles were described in graphic, devastating details. The illustrations of Daleks and twisted monsters among the list of the dead. People who had fought and died, children who hadn't stood a chance. Names and ages listed in cold facts, detached from emotions of anyone who had been there, but she knew better. Her Theta, he'd fought amongst that. He'd been there when the children had died, and he'd condemned the rest to death.
And there, in the middle, was a small but definite reference to herself. The Time Child, fabled to bring the salvation of Gallifrey. Written in black and white it just reminded her of back at Naismith's mansion, so long ago now, and Rassilon trying to use her to end the universe. She was the salvation of Gallifrey - at the cost of the rest of the universe.
There was a growl, one both women recognised and Clara let Danni go to take her hand and pull her into an aisle. She caught Danni's eye and motioned with her own towards the door. Danni nodded, trying to calm herself down and she dropped to the floor at the same time as Clara, the two crawling as close to the ground as they could, around the bookcases to try and get closer to the exit.
They went around one bookcase and Danni bumped into it, causing it to wobble and a couple of glass objects to crash to the ground. Immediately ghost-like whispers began to fill the air as coloured vapour floated from the broken glass.
"Shit." Danni hissed, her and Clara fanning the vapour in the hope it was dissipate, "I told him these were a bad idea."
"What are they?" Clara whispered in reply.
"Encyclopaedias." She replied, "You're supposed to breathe them in." The sound of shuffling feet stopped their talking and the two women grabbed each other's hands before freezing. The creature ran past them, missing them completely and they both scrambled up, heading out into the hallway.
~0~0~0~
The Doctor's nerves were completely shot. Every corner, every door was his ticket to seeing his wife again, and every time he was sorely disappointed. He had to find her, he had to see her again. His only glimmer of hope was that the TARDIS was keeping her away from them because she was alive. There was no point protecting a dead person, after all. He shook his head, of course she was alive. She was his Danni, she couldn't just die. She was going to live beyond him, he would never have to see her die and not come back. She would be fine without him, but not yet. It was neither of their times yet. He knew she'd be scared, possibly crying and definitely feeling very alone. All things he needed to rectify, and all things he couldn't because of the man carrying the circuit in front of him.
He could just tear it from his backpack, but the TARDIS wouldn't be fooled by him being forced to give her genetic material back to her. He needed to do it willingly if they ever stood of chance of finding the lost women and all getting back alive.
"It's the same. It's just the same." Tricky exclaimed as the trio ended up in the same part of the TARDIS once again. They were going round and round in circles. At first he had thought it was just similar hallways, but it quickly had become apparent that they weren't. His eyes had scanned the entire area, it was all exactly the same.
"Of course it is." The Doctor snapped, not even trying to be friendly anymore, "The TARDIS is going to spin us around in a maze until she explodes. We're never going to reach Danni." He glared at Gregor, "Just give her back the circuit, and we can get out of here." Gregor just shot him another one of his arrogant looks before taking the right turn. Tricky shot the Doctor an apologetic look before the duo followed him, appearing back in the same spot a moment later.
"No point in building walls. You'll just know how to smash them down." The Doctor told them, stepping towards Gregor, "Give her back her circuit." He snarled, "She is never going to let any of us go until you do!"
Gregor shook his head, "The salvage of a lifetime, you said." He explained, "This is mine." The Doctor reached up, almost as if he was about to strangle him.
"She is-"
"Your wife, I heard." Gregor interrupted, "And I'm sorry, but she's probably already dead. What's the point in worrying?"
"The point…" The Doctor trailed off in disbelief before approaching Gregor, "Only Danni can stop that countdown." He explained, "Only Danni can get us out of the TARDIS, and the TARDIS is not going to let us near her until you give back her circuit. I hope it is worth your life, because if Danni dies, that's what it's going to cost you."
~0~0~0~
Danni and Clara both cheered in relief as they rushed into the console room. They turned to each other, taking each other's hands and jumping up and down, laughing happily with each other. That was, at least, until Clara realised that the burn on her hand really hurt and she let go with a hiss. She pulled it up to her mouth, giving it another cooling blow, feeling immediate if only temporary relief. Danni frowned, taking hold of it with so she could see it better.
"What did you do?" She asked.
"I grabbed something that came flying off the console." Clara replied, spotting how red her friend's arm was, "What did you do?"
"Oh!" Danni looked down at her scold, having forgotten it was even there, "I was making tea."
"Oh, a grievous injury, then?" Clara teased and Danni gently pushed her towards the stairs up to the platform. Clara ran up the stairs with a giant grin, hopping onto the platform and up to the console. She never thought she'd be so happy to see a machine in her life, but suddenly it was like the TARDIS was her best friend.
"Oh, thank you!" She cried to the console, "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She placed a kiss on the console itself before running to the doors. Danni headed slower but just as happily to the console, smiling softly.
"Thank you, sweetie." She told the machine, "Time to get the Doctor here, yeah?"
"Er, Danni?" Clara called over and Danni frowned, looking around the time rotor, her eyes widening in horror at what Clara was drawing her attention to, "Where's the door?" Danni shook her head, rushing over.
"No, no, no, no!" She repeated, banging on the blank wall where the blue Police Box doors should have been, "No!"