It was with a pressurised hiss that the interior doors opened, and falling down with them was a badly injured Time Lady. Torn up cardigan, blood soaked jeans, shoes gone, to say the 70s themed time traveller had been through hell was almost an understatement.

Barely strong enough arms pulled Voyager up against the console, as usual hissing with a light mist around the green shining panels. She reached to the center of it, gripping the handle and pushing it up three clicks of the way, sending the Tardis forwards in time at around 1000 years an hour. From where she was right now in Tudor London, she'd be in the 20th century in a matter of minutes.

Minutes to change.

She let out a whisper of light blue energy, restoring her legs enough to carry her again. Slowly, she stepped around the neon lit deck, glancing at the roundels, the coral pylons, the spiralling lights on the upper deck.

"Just another chapter, ain't it?" She spoke with her French accent. "Another part in the story…"

"But the things one chapter can do, that's a big one… a single chapter can make people fall in love, they can set out on a journey, a world can come crashing down! Every chapter… every day… will shape the next."

She stepped across the deck and down to the chalkboard, rapidly writing on it to finish off equations she'd made before.

"They say that how we end is not as important as how we've lived, and I like that idea… to think that we might value the paths we walk as much as the places they lead us. So listen up, Voyager!"

She turned around, the cuts and bruises across herself beginning to heal. She spoke out across the ship, but was aiming at her next self.

"I am merely the step behind yourself! I explored, I wrote maps, I dated Albert Einstein but that was a bit embarrassing, forget that… we are each the floor upon which the next will stand, and together we make the highest, strongest tower! And every floor is different… I laid my path, Voyager. My floor is full… how will yours look when you are done? What will you do while you lay your path?"

Voyager shut her eyes as she slowly stepped up to the main deck… she extended her arms, blue glows at her fingertips… then it came like a jet. Blue energy, in strings like bolts of lightning in slow motion, sparking off the walls and blowing books across the floor…

Her hair grew. It got lighter, one might call it a caramel colour. The energy dissipated, her emerald eyes opened. She looked around the room slowly, a fog filling it low across the floor…

She looked in the glass of the rotor, examining her face. The fourth face of the Time Lady with such a history, such a journey behind and ahead of her… and she finally spoke.

"Is some force of nature against me being raven again?!"

She spoke with a new accent, one she hadn't had before. She'd always been European. London, Scotland, France. This wasn't Europe. Where had she heard this accent before? Gangster movies, that was it, games like Grand Theft Auto also…

Brooklyn. Finally it rang with her, a New York accent.

She looked around the console again… she reached for that throttle and clicked it back to neutral again, the engines beginning to phase into landing. Finally, with the loud 'thump', she opened the interior doors, then exterior door of the K2 phone box. She closed it behind herself, before she looked around. Day, cloudy sky, slight chill in the air.

Then she saw the cars… a 2015 plate Ford Ranger was the first she saw, and with how dirty it was it was clearly far from new even then. To say she'd missed the 1970s was about halfway there. If you didn't think of the fact that the next car she saw, a Crown Vic, wasn't even retailed in England.

She was about 40 years ahead and 15,000 miles from where she aimed to be… and processing all of this sent dizzy waves through her head, and she fell with a blurring vision to the ground beneath her. The grass was wet, it had rained recently and caused the wet soil to stick into her cardigan…

If brains had an overload, hers did now. Her old self wearing off kicked her new self in, and she just couldn't take it much longer, her eyes rolling back and her consciousness sinking into darkness.