Arya signed a stop to the sentence she had been writing on the ground. Bending over, Eragon read, "Adrift upon the sea of time, the lonely god wanders from shore to distant shore, upholding the laws of the stars above."
"What does it mean?"
"I don't know."
She murmured a quiet incantation almost inaudible to Eragon.
"Ethgri."
The words of the line glowed white for a brief moment, and then disappeared in a flash of light, sparks flying up to the heavens.
Eragon looked upwards and watch them drift away.
"Oh, hello! What's this?"
"What's what, Doctor?"
"I've got a message on the psychic paper."
"Well, what does it say?"
"'Adrift upon the sea of time, the lonely god wanders from shore to distant shore, upholding the laws of the stars above," the Doctor read.
"What do you think it means? It seems like a summons of a sort."
"Yeah..." The Doctor looked a bit lost in thought for a moment, and then pulled out his sonic screwdriver. Buzzing it over the paper for a couple seconds, he held it up the the front of his face, looking at readings, and then began dancing around the TARDIS controls, throwing levers and pressing buttons.
"Where are we going?"
"Alagaësia!"