[A/N: For Sean; The people of England will be forever perplexed how such a rare whale, native to New Zealand waters had come to be beached on the coast of the North Sea.]
"We made it", breathed Alonzo, with a relieved chuckle, while still clutching the wound on his abdomen. There he sat on the Titanic's floor, alongside the tuxedoed, wild haired man, who'd saved the passengers' lives.
The Doctor's big brown eyes were wide and staring off into the distance.
"Not all of us", he reminded the crewman. The Time Lord was touching his tongue to the roof of his mouth. A mannerism he had taken to doing when deep in thought.
All of a sudden The Doctor's eyes grew even wider with realization. "Teleport!" he screamed. In no time at all he was on his feet and racing towards the door to unlatch it. "She was wearing a teleport bracelet."
He quickly, but gleefully explained to the man on the floor, before disappearing through the door. Alonzo struggled himself upwards only as fast as his injury would let him and followed this suddenly hopeful man.
The Doctor burst into the room at a mad pace.
"Brixton, sonic!" he cried, arm outstretched, then caught the screwdriver in both hands. Rushing straight over to the teleport system, he asked, "Mr. Copper, the teleports. Have they got emergency setting?"
"I don't know", said Mr. Copper, who seemed confused. "They should have."
"She fell. Mr. Copper, she fell! What's the emergency code?", spat out The Doctor in his haste, frantically breathing through his teeth.
"Oh", replied Mr. Copper, realizing. "Let me see." The old man began activating the system's functions. Alonzo had wandered into the room where the three men were.
"Come on. What the hell are you doing?" he squealed.
"We can bring her back!" yelled The Doctor, who was crouching down and already forcing his way into the system, manually.
Now, Mr Copper, the man who'd pretended for so long that he knew what he was doing. Now, this fraud knew he was the man to step in and be able to explain exactly what was going on to in front of the two dishevelled passengers and one crew member. "If a passenger has an accident on shore leave and they're still wearing their teleport.."
Meanwhile, The Doctor was still fumbling with the jumble of wiring, stopping to sonic, and then placing the tool between his teeth for safe keeping, between sonicings.
".. Their molecules are automatically suspended and held in stasis. So, if we can just trigger the shift!"
"THERE!" boomed The Doctor, smacking down a lever and standing upright.
Ever so slowly, a mass of pale blue light appeared in the air. This light grew larger and began to form a shape. It was the shape of a woman in a waitress' uniform.
The molecules of Astrid Peth were emerging into existence before the men's very eyes. The light became clearer and more solid, taking on a different colour.
Finally, there she was, in her black boots, black dress with the white trim, warm honey-toned skin and blonde curls. Her eyes sparkled and her lips pursed into the loveliest of smiles.
"Doctor", she said.
The strong arms of The Doctor embraced the woman into the warmest of hugs and told her, "I promised I'd get you out of here." His grin was almost too large for his boyish face.