One for sorrow
"Well, that girl was right," Susan said, studying the console, "the navigation system's dreadful, but there's just something about her, isn't there? Grandfather?"
"What? Indeed. There is something quite remarkable about this ship." He reached out and laid a careful hand against the time rotor.
Susan tipped her head to one side, observing him thoughtfully. "What's wrong, Grandfather? Why do you look so sad?"
"We've left our home, Susan."
"But isn't that what you wanted? To be free of all their rules, to travel and see what's out there?"
"Yes, of course. But it's still a solemn thing to leave one's home behind."
"But we can go back, can't we? Someday?"
"Possibly, but I fear it will never be quite the same." He stopped then, unsure of exactly how to express the deep sense of unease that curled in the back of his soul to himself, much less to her. "Susan," he began slowly, "that girl who directed us to this TARDIS…have you any idea who she is?"
"No, Grandfather. I've never seen her before. Why?"
"I don't know. It's just…when she spoke to me, I felt the strangest ripple in the timelines."
"Perhaps that means you'll meet her again someday," Susan replied, with the carelessness of youth.
"Perhaps." He drew in a deep breath to dispel the murk of maybe's and might's that were cluttering around in his brain. Right here and right now, he and Susan had the whole of time and space at their fingertips. "Where would you like to go first, my dear?"
"Earth. I'd like to see Earth."
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for a boy
Five for silver
Six for gold
Seven for a secret never to be told
Eight for a wish
Nine for a kiss
Ten for a time of joyous bliss