The Curator took hold of Kara's hand and they stepped out of the TARDIS. It was night time outside now. In the distance Kara could hear the sound of a train coming towards them.
"Where is that noise coming from?" Kara asked.
"There's a train coming for us." The Curator replied.
"But there are no tracks." Kara said.
Before Kara could speak again her surroundings began to blur. She could still see The Curator smiling at her. The noise of the train was getting louder and louder.
"What's happening?" Kara shouted.
Moments later everything became clear and she and the Curator were standing in the passageway of a train carriage.
"We may as well take a seat." The Curator said opening the door to one of the compartments.
Inside it was as an old train would have been a long time before she was born. She sat down in one of the comfortable brown leather chairs and the Curator sat opposite her. She looked out of the window, everything outside was a blur.
"Where are we?" Kara asked.
"The Stationmaster's TARDIS works a little differently to mine. He puts it down in a safe location. From there he can send a train up to three hundred years in either the past or the future," he reaches inside his pocket and takes out his sonic screwdriver, "We are currently 246 years away from the Station. It'll take about twenty minutes to reach it."
"This is amazing." Kara replied.
"The Stationmaster certainly has his quirks." the Curator replied.
He took out a piece of paper from his inside pocket. It looked to Kara as though he was writing something on it with the screwdriver.
"What are you doing?" Kara asked.
"I'm sending the Warden a message telling him to come to the Station as soon as he can. This is psychic paper. The message will appear on his psychic paper and he'll know where to come."
"You lot really are full of surprises." Kara said.
The Curator laughed, "You really have no idea."
They talked about little things for the next twenty minutes until the train began to slow.
"Looks like we're here." The Curator said standing. He opened the door for Kara, "I'd like you to meet my friends."
Kara stood and walked into the corridor. She walked to one of the carriages doors and opened it before stepping out onto the platform. As soon as the Curator had followed off the train began to pull away.
"Oh my." Kara said as she looked around the station. There was a single building on the long platform. There were snowballs the size of fists laying on the ground. Kara knew she should be cold but she wasn't at all.
"Welcome to the Station." the Curator said.
"This is amazing." Kara replied.
A little girl appeared in front of them, Kara jumped when she saw her.
"Where did she come from?" Kara asked.
"I am the TARDIS interface," The little girl said, "Welcome back Curator. By scanning historical files I can see that you are Lieutenant Kara Grant. History has you recorded as being dead."
"Hello." Kara replied, completely unsure of what to say.
"The Stationmaster is not here at the moment. I have sent him a message to him to let you him know you are here. The Warden is currently on his way on a train, he will be here in three minutes and twenty two seconds. Can I get either of you something to drink?"
"No thank you," The Curator replied.
"Very well. Please feel free to go inside whenever you are ready. If either of you need anything please call for me." the girl said.
As she vanished Kara turned to the Curator, "Wow, this place really is amazing! Can all TARDIS' do that?"
"They can. The Stationmaster tends to use the interface when he's travelling alone, something must have happened to his companion. The Warden never uses his, then again his TARDIS is always full of people, he loves an audience." the Curator said with a smile.
Kara sat down on one of the benches on the platform. The Curator sat next to her. Kara rested her head on his shoulder, "I wake up every morning and I wonder to myself how can he top what he showed me yesterday, but every day you do."
"I aim to please." the Curator replied, "How are you holding up after the Jack incident?"
"I'm fine. To be honest when Strax and Jenny turned up I started to enjoy myself a little! Fighting back like that was exhilarating!" she replied with a smile.
"Believe it or not I know that feeling. When I first entered the Time War I was nothing like I am now. I was young, impulsive, didn't listen and thought war was exciting. It didn't take me long to realise how wrong I was. I agree that destroying the enemy can be exhilarating. I was too impulsive though, you commanded your own squads, you must have had soldiers like that. Then the Stationmaster and the Warden managed to turn me around, that and the Event, well after something like that. It changed us all. Helped to make me who I am now." he said with a chuckle.
Kara ignored the part about the Event, he'd tell her if he was ready, "I can't imagine you were ever like that."
"I can't imagine you were. You seem like you were a much better soldier than I was." the Curator replied.
"I've been reading about the Time War, it sounded horrific. I remember hearing about it in school, but they didn't really tell us what had actually happened."
"It was on course for universal destruction. If the Doctor hadn't stopped it when he did." The Curator paused for a moment, looking out into the thick fog that surrounded the station, "I doubt very much any of us would be left."
They both looked up as another train appeared at the station and began to slow.
"Time for you to introduce me to one of your friends." Kara said before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
They both stood up and walked towards the train. As it stopped the door opened and out stepped the Warden. Kara noticed, like the Curator, the Warden wore a suit. He was very tall and had and had a kind look to him.
The Curator and Warden greeted each other with a hug.
"It's good to see you." The Curator said.
"You too my friend." the Warden replied.
"Warden I would like to introduce you to Kara Grant, Kara this is the Warden." the Curator said with a huge smile.
"It's so wonderful to meet you, I've heard so much about you." Kara said holding out her hand. The Warden took her hand and shook it before kissing her hand.
"Wonderful to meet you too Kara. I hope I can live up to anything he may have said." The Warden replied.
"You really are a smooth bastard aren't you?" the Curator replied with a chuckle, "So my friend where is your entourage?"
"I've left my travelling companions on the planet New Vegas, I thought they could do with some fun. I left then with enough money to gamble and enjoy themselves with than they could spend in all of your lifetimes."
As he finished speaking another train pulled up. Moments later The Stationmaster got off. He wasn't like Kara had expected at all. He wore a camouflage cap and jacket with a plain T-shirt under it. Unlike the other two Time Lords he had a goatee beard.
"You all beat me here!" the Stationmaster said.
"We haven't been here long." the Curator replied.
"Oh good. Well even if you had, I've just been to see Johnny Cash's first ever gig so it wouldn't matter even if you had been." the Stationmaster replied with a smile.
The Curator and Warden both greeted their friend.
"And who is this?" he asked.
"Stationmaster this is Kara Grant, she's been travelling with me." the Curator said, "Kara this is the Stationmaster."
"About bloody time he took someone else travelling with him. I'm so very pleased to meet you." the Stationmaster replied.
"Likewise." Kara replied, "It's fantastic to meet both of you."
"So what brings you here?" the Stationmaster asked.
"It's not good," the Curator said, "The Messenger is dead."
"What?!" the Stationmaster exclaimed.
"How?" the Warden asked.
"It's a long story," the Curator said, "and a worrying one."
"Come inside," the Stationmaster replied, "The library is far more comfortable that here."
As they walked towards the Station door, Kara watched the three friends. She could immediately see the bond that held them together. She'd seen it many times before with soldiers.