"Look, I told you that it wouldn't work! You can't just change physics!...Well, life isn't like Star Trek… It doesn't matter if it's hot down where you're at, I can't get you out yet and neither can you, so just stop trying. You could have avoided this entire situation if you'd just listened to me the first time and not wandered off…No! I'm having enough problems up top trying to convince the higher authorities to set you free to send you a care package!...Of course the food is bad! They don't call your location 'The Seventh Circle' for nothing!"

The Doctor felt eyes on him as he argued with Kathryn over a CeaXhell. Looking up, he noticed the people around him, as well as his surroundings. He had unconsciously wandered into a grave yard and had stopped in front of a headstone. In Salem, Mass. In 1692. Right in the middle of the famous Witch Trials.

"Ah, Kathryn, I'm going to have to get back to you on this…Yes, we can save the others too…A cat? What do you want a cat for? A cat and a vial of nitroglycerine…You're going to tie the nitroglycerine to the cat and see if you can use it to blow your way out. No. I'm done listening to this. Besides, security down below is far too tight, you'd never get a package like that past the gates… I don't care if your warden calls himself a devil!"

The Doctor realized the natives were staring at him with a mix of horror and curiosity. He probably looked like either a madman or a witch. He hoped it was the first.

"I really do have to leave you now. I'll call back when I have news… Yes, I'll check on Floyd. As long as he doesn't try eating me again...Yes, I know where you keep the Frillan bone meal, but it didn't work last time…Oh, I have to take a rat with me too? Live or dead?...Cooked! What do you do, baste it in butter, maybe a little thyme thrown in?...No, you grill it and he's allergic to thyme. Of course…What was that?...You give Hilda the tail and Roderick gets the head. What does Bartholomew get?... Nothing because he's a vegetarian. Kathryn, I am never taking care of your plants again. And this is the very last time I spring you from prison."

He pressed the CeaXhell off and looked around at the locals. If he hadn't been him, the situation would have been almost comical. He smiled, hopefully in a reassuring way, and tried to explain. "Friend of mine. Just one call allowed, you know. Really, happens all the time. Must be the fifth time I've had to do this. Ah, any of you know the way to the chapel?"

Katie and the Doctor slammed the TARDIS door behind them, locking it firmly before dashing to the console. The Doctor entered in the coordinates for the Hourglass Nebula as locals began rocking TARDIS back and forth, trying to tip her. Cries for torches reached the Doctor's ears as Katie flipped the switch that made TARDIS dematerialize. The sounds of the riot dissipated and were replaced by the familiar, comforting vworp, vworp, vworp of TARDIS's engines.

Katie leaned backwards on the console. She was panting for breath, but was grinning from ear to ear.

"Now that," Katie said, pointing at the Doctor "is what I call a rescue. You must have sent every cow in the county through those gates. It'll take them forever to sort out whose is whose."

As much as the Doctor felt he should lecture Katie, he found he couldn't. He leaned beside her on the console. "How did you end up accused of witchcraft in the first place?"

"I saw some kid drowning in a watering hole, so I jumped in to save him. He'd gone under already, so his lungs were full of water when I pulled him out. Had to force the water out and then I had to jumpstart his heart with my Taser. I was able to resuscitate him, but unfortunately his two siblings had witnessed the whole thing."

"Do you do this intentionally?"

Katie sniffed and tilted her head. "Which part? Saving others, getting in trouble, being thrown in prison for I think the sixth time, or forcing us to make a quick get away?"

"Yes."

Katie's grin became a half-smile. "Just the part about saving people and getting into trouble. Well, I don't get in trouble on purpose. That part just seems to always happen."

The Doctor studied Katie for a moment. She looked right back at him, almost seeming to welcome the scrutiny. "I wonder if it's just bad timing on your part or you in general."

"I think it's you. You've rubbed off on me, so now we cause havoc where ever we go." She nudged him with her elbow. "Come on now, admit it, you have just as much fun at this as I do."

The Doctor smiled. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't." He paused. "A cat with nitroglycerine?"

Katie dipped her head, smiling. "Well, that might have been a little over the top, but I figured it would work. Bad choice of animals though. They were already certain I was talking to spirits, and asking for a cat didn't help my case."

"I was in a cemetery when you called."

Katie chuckled. "Oh, that must have been interesting." She smiled at him. "So, where to next?"

"Non-stop with you, isn't it?"

"You taught me to be like that."

"So I did, and I'm about to teach you something else. It's time for your next flying lesson. Well, technically your next parking lesson. You're still atrocious at it."

Katie gave him a mock glare. "Just because I don't run the risk of turning anyone I might land on into so many particles…"

"I've told you to use the proximity meter."

"She keeps moving it and you know that."

"She moves everything around. It's still in the same section of the console as always, you just have to learn to find it."

Katie looked vaguely puzzled. "Is that why you constantly run around when you pilot?"

"Yes. Well, that and TARDIS are usually designed for six pilots."

"Meh, makes sense. So, where next?"

The Doctor grinned. "We're going down under."

"Australia?"

"No, underground."

The Doctor started dashing about, setting things up. "Now, not every landing has to be outside. Landing inside rooms or underground is also possible. It's just a harder landing procedure."

"Because…"

"Because it's possible to rematerialize inside the wall or rock, and you can damage the ship if you don't go through the solid matter correctly."

"Ah."

Vwirrrp, vviiiirrrk, vrrrrunk.

"I'm sorry girl! We're working on it!"

"Kathryn, I am never letting you touch her console again when this is over!"

Katie and the Doctor were having problems. Specifically, Katie was having her traditional trouble with landing. TARDIS was making a screeching noise, as though part of her outer hull was being sheared off as they forced their way through the rock.

With one last shattering noise, TARDIS stopped with a thud, throwing Katie and the Doctor to the ground. They were up again in a flash, checking dials and running systems checks.

"Life support good!"

"Outer hull intact!"

"Dimensional difference holding in the green zone!"

"Zip drive accessible!"

"8-track\cassette player undamaged!"

"Plasma cooling system is hot, but within normal limits!"

"Huon particles stable!"

"Vortex manipulator broken!"

"What!"

Katie looked at the Doctor's horrified face. She looked back at the flashing screen and swallowed hard. "Yeah. Broken."

The Doctor looked extremely close to truly losing his temper for a moment. Then he took a deep breath, closing his eyes. In a scarily calm voice, he asked, "How badly is it damaged.

Katie looked at the reading on the screen. "It has to be replaced."

"Replaced. No fixing it?"

"No."

"Do you mean to say that you destroyed the one thing that actually makes the TARIDS a time machine?"

"Yes."

"The one thing that I do not have in stock?"

"Yes."

"A piece that takes specialized parts to recreate?"

"Yes."

The Doctor was silent. After a few moments, his usual good humor and patience seemed to start returning. "Well then, we'll have to find those parts. We're near Boron City, an underground mining town that creates the things we will need. I want you to find which way the main city is while I check the damage. Get back as soon as possible, because we are stuck here until we get those parts."

"Got it."

The Doctor tossed her a case, which she caught mid-air. "My CeaXhell was damaged. Use the head set to keep in touch."

"Will do." Katie walked to the door, grabbing her messenger bag on the way. She paused with her hand on the door handle.

"Doctor…"

He poked his head out from under the floor. "Yes?"

"Sorry about the mess."

She walked out without waiting for an answer.

Katie found herself in a stone tunnel that made a sharp turn up ahead. Opening the case, she removed a head set with a microphone on it, like they used on air planes. Putting it on, she tapped the microphone.

"Testing, testing, 8 13 21."

"You're coming through."

"Check that."

Katie and the Doctor didn't exchange any more words. Katie started jogging along, her steps echoing slightly in the empty tunnel. Once she turned the corner, she came to an abrupt stop.

"Oh. You didn't say Boronians made garden statues as well."

The Doctor's voice was puzzled. "They don't."

"Then someone's got one heck of a hobby. This entire tunnel is filled with angel statues, about as tall as you. They all look like they're crying."

*Constructive critisisim welcome, praise happily accepted, flames not wanted*