Chapter Twenty-Three, Part Two: RE:TARDISMature

Three times west; one right, and somewhere upwards to the left of him, careful to miss the viewscreen! 

If he gives her a black eye, she won’t be Pleased. 

“We have somewhere to be, my darling rouger,” he says softly, less petulant now in manner as he has taken a good deal of it out on the furniture, “… in essence, a hurried entreaty would be most…” 

That swift flicker of light behind him causes his tongue to stop wagging. 

A hologram in a blue Victorian party dress, beloved to see in her mess of hair and slightly sunken cheeks, sputters into view. 


He squirms beneath the onslaught, stuttering and trying for speech, “What? Wait, what are you… what are you, saying, ma petit four?” 


“Hello, I’m… is it my name?” 

“Hello, I’m… is it my name?” 

“…Old dark.” 

“You… every time…” 

“… never time… You…” 

With big eyes, he glimpses it, a dark jet of octopus ink in a crystal tide pool. 

“Well, there’s something we can do, still. He’s got us right where he wants us, but we’ve got each other, my pastry. If we can disrupt this space-time trap enough, send something special out, perhaps get something small out, if not ourselves. We can do this. Together, like always. Let’s go then!” Finishing up, he pats her on the side of the console, near the typewriter, then taps the panel beneath with the side of his foot. 

The shiny glass pops open, and a… violin pops out, inscribed with the words ‘Kaku Inko’ on the back of the bridge. 

“Canister!” he cries, and a silvery capsule falls into his upraised hand. He touches the smooth wooden instrument, and the violin disappears inside.

The End

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