As Ian lay awake in his bed in the TARDIS, he thought to himself about his and the rest of the crew's latest adventures during the French Revolution. He thought of the Doctor; how he had nearly burned to death in a flaming farmhouse, only to be saved by a young boy. He thought of Susan, and how she had quickly become ill after being imprisoned, but had luckily recovered soon after being rescued. But most of all he thought of Barbara; Barbara, who had nearly been guillotined; Barbara, who had been so angry that her friend, Léon, an innocent man in her eyes, had been shot. Barbara, who could see the good in anyone. Ian liked this quality that she possessed. He was not entirely sure yet what his feelings were towards Barbara, or what the future would hold for them, but he knew one thing; that if the TARDIS ever was completely disorientated in the middle of time and space, and there was no way out, Barbara was the person that he would like to be stranded with.
Barbara lay in bed, reminiscing about her time travelling with the Doctor, Ian and Susan. So far it had been so awe-inspiring and fast-paced that she had not had much time to catch her breath and think about all that she had done. She could still not quite believe that she had helped defeat the Daleks, been mistaken for an Aztec goddess, seen Napoléon Bonaparte in the flesh and made many new friends along the way. Sadly, Barbara thought, she would never see these people again. She took a minute or two to remember them all and to wonder what life held for them in the future. It was a shame that she would never know any more about them. But then Barbara was comforted by the thought of Ian. Ian always stood by her whenever she felt lost and frightened in the middle of time and space. Ian never deserted her; he came to her rescue, every time she needed him. Ian was her beacon of light, who guided her to safety and kept her grounded during all their adventures. He was her constant companion; as long as Ian was by her side, she always had hope.