Thyra kept on crying as the Titanic's horn kept blowing loudly and Romana whispered soothing words to her, rocking her crib gently with her feet to try and calm her down as Braxiatel quickly made his way to the controls, pressing the buttons to make the TARDIS to push out the ship. They watched as the Titanic slowly disappeared.
Romana turned to Braxiatel. "If it's the Titanic I'm thinking of, then we can't go on board."
"Any particular reason why?" Braxiatel asked over Thyra's wailing as he pressed some more buttons on the console, fixing the shield around the TARDIS.
"I was already on board the ship." Romana commented, remembering how she had to go and stay in bed after a few days due to the chill she caught in the icy waters. "It was just after the Time War and I was on board the original Titanic. Turned out the Sea Devils were involved in the ship's affair and of course I had to put a stop to it."
"Well let's do an environmental check." He moved the screen towards them and turned it on to reveal the Titanic in space, hovering above the Earth. "Well, it's certainly not the Titanic you were on."
"But do these people even know why they named that ship after the Titanic?" Romana enquired, staring at the screen as they watched the ship hovering above the Earth. "Do they not know it's asking for bad luck? Or the history of the ship's name?"
"What do you say we find out?" Braxiatel smirked.
"Brax, be serious. We can't go on anymore dangerous adventurers. We have Thyra to think about."
"I know that but don't you think it's time we took a slight break? The amount of times we have saved the Earth over the course of the last few years and after everything we have been through with the Master... wouldn't it be just nice to have an evening with just the three of us?" Braxiatel pointed out. "A nice evening out without any running around. No saving the Earth. Nothing but a nice break between the three of us. As a family."
Romana looked at the screen anxiously. She knew anything that was named the Titanic could only mean nothing but trouble, but Braxiatel did have a point. She still needed her rest after what the Master has done to her on board the Valiant and a nice mini-holiday on board this cruise ship could do her good. That and it would be nice for Thyra to get out of the TARDIS for a little while and explore some new places. Romana gave a reluctant sigh, knowing he was right. "All right. But if anything dangerous happens, we are not getting involved. Is that understood?"
"Completely." Braxiatel replied and he landed the TARDIS before he helped Romana tie the Gallifreyian wrap around her chest, carefully putting Thyra in before he picked up Mr Snuffles and handed it to her. Thyra gurgled happily as she clutched on tightly to him as she sat comfortably in her wrap, her eyes upon her mother who finished tying it around her back. "Shall we?" Braxiatel offered Romana his hand.
"If my lord insists." Romana smiled pleasantly and they stepped out of the TARDIS, looking around as they realized they landed in a supply closet and Braxiatel closed the door after Romana. They walked forwards, Thyra wriggling slightly as they observed their surroundings. "Looks like Thyra's first Christmas has come early this year." Romana pointed as she pointed towards the Christmas decorations that hung along the room.
"Reminds me, she'll need to see her Aunties and Uncles on Earth then." Braxiatel commented and Romana raised an eyebrow. "Well, it makes sense. They are much of our family as they are to Thyra and it wouldn't be right abandoning them completely. Besides, we still need to meet Jack's Torchwood team do we not? And what other perfect timing is it to see them than Christmas when the humans are all in a merry mood?"
They walked past two golden angel robots and Romana eyed them anxiously. Over the last few years she has had bad experiences with Robots apart from K9 and she put an arm around Thyra protectively. "You are right. And it is Thyra's first Christmas. Plus, it'll be nice to see how Martha's family is coping and nice to see them in a different environment instead of the Valiant."
They stood near the reception, observing the crowd that were dressed in fancy 1920's outfits, no doubt for a fancy dress evening, listening to the christmas music that was being played live in the background and a steward walked past them, smiling at them. "Merry Christmas, sir, ma'am." He gave them a curt nod before heading into the reception.
"Merry Christmas." Braxiatel replied.
Romana walked over to the robotic angels, wanting to ask them the questions that have been nagging in the back of her mind ever since she saw the ship on the TARDIS scanner. "Good evening. We are passengers 12 and I might be a tiny bit tipsy but please tell me, who are you?"
The angel turned to look at her. "Information: Heavenly Host supplying tourist information."
Braxiatel licked his finger and lifted it up in the air before leaning in to whisper into Romana's ear. "Looks like the Titanic has took off from the planet Sto." He looked at the angels. "Like my lady here, I've had too much whiskey. Where are we heading too exactly?"
"Information: The purpose of the cruise is to experience primitive cultures."
Romana raised an eyebrow, looking down at Thyra to make sure she was okay and found her to be fast asleep in her wrap, clutching Mr Snuffles tightly before she looked back up. "I'm very curious about the ships name. The Titanic. I've been on the original Earth ship myself but I'm just wondering, do you even know why the name Titanic is so famous?"
"Information: All designations are chosen by Mr Max Capricorn president of Max-Max-" The host began repeating the name, it's voice becoming higher and it began to twitch. Romana moved backwards slightly incase it might send out sparks to protect Thyra.
"You have bit of a glitch there." Braxiatel replied and he reached into his pocket though he couldn't help but wonder why the host got a glitch after they had asked a question about the ships name. Was it possible that this Mr Max Capricorn didn't want anybody else to know the history of it? He was about to reach in for his sonic pen but the Chief steward and two other men walked over.
"Sir, ma'am, we can handle this." The Chief Steward told them as he watched his crew take away the host before he moved after them, not noticing the Time-Lord's gaze on him as he lowered his voice to a whisper to his men. "That's another one down. What's going on with these things?"
Romana looked at Braxiatel. "Very suspicious."
"Indeed. Come, let's take a look around." He held out his hand and Romana took it and they walked around and stood near one of the windows and watched the party before they saw a waitress drop her tray after bumping into a very grumpy businessman.
The businessman looked down at her in disgust. "For Tov's sake, look where you're going! This jacket's a genuine Earth antique!"
"I'm sorry, sir." The waitress commented bitterly and she bent down to pick up the broken glass from the floor.
"You'll be sorry when it comes off your wages, sweetheart. Staffed by idiots. No wonder Max Capricorn is going down the drain!" He spat before he stormed off angrily.
Romana went over to help her, Thyra now asleep in her wrap. "Best be careful around the edges. That's where the glass is at it's sharpest." Romana told her as she helped her picked up the glass, trying not to remember the broken glass that she saw in the looming room and she couldn't help but wince at the memory. Braxiatel walked over to her, noticing her discomfort.
"Thank you ma'am. I can manage."
"I'm sure you can but it's always nice to have a helping hand. My name is Lady Romanadvoratrelundar and this is my..." Romana wasn't sure what Braxiatel was to her now. They hadn't seen each other in a whole year and before then, they were in a steady relationship together but then the Master appeared and they haven't seen each other in a whole year, sidetracking their relationship. "This is my suitor Irving Braxiatel and our daughter Thyra."
"Astrid, ma'am. Astrid Peth." She smiled before seeing the sleeping tot in her wrap, snuggling with the flubble toy. She was so adorable dressed in those strange crimson robes and little red cap on her head. "Your daughter is positively adorable."
"She's very wriggly." Braxiatel chuckled. "Merry Christmas."
Astrid looked surprised. Nobody ever says Merry Christmas to the waiters or members of staff. Let alone to her. "Merry Christmas, sir. Ma'am."
"Please, call me Braxiatel." Braxiatel told her as he helped Romana to her feet, careful not to wake up Thyra. Time-Tot's usually tend to sleep a lot due to being so young but as they grew older, they will usually tend to sleep less and less.
Astrid stood up, finally having managed to pick up all the broken glass and she couldn't help but notice the scar through Romana's short hair and she frowned, wondering what could have caused her to have such a deep scar. She also noticed Thyra to have a scar across her left eye as well but decided not to pry on their private lives. She hoped nothing too serious had happened to this couple and their daughter and for a brief moment, Astrid wondered if Romana was in a abusive relationship with Braxiatel but Astrid knew it wasn't her place to say and besides, she could clearly see the adoration the man had for his daughter and for Romana in the few minutes she has been around them. "Are you two enjoying the cruise?"
"So far it's very pleasant. We've been through a rough patch the three of us this year and...and we needed a holiday." Romana sighed. "Didn't we Braxiatel?"
"Certainly. Plus, it's Thyra's first holiday as well as being her first Christmas." He gave a slight smile at his sleeping daughter before looking back at Astrid. "What about you? You are a very long way from home, Planet Sto."
Astrid shrugged. "Doesn't feel that different. I spent three years working at the spaceport diner, travelled all the way here...and I'm still waiting on tables." She shook her head before walking away and she couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. All her life she dreamt of travelling to other planets and now she was stuck as a waitress doing this dead end job.
The Time-Lord's followed her. "No shore leaving?" Romana asked curiously.
Astrid began to clear a table by the window and she couldn't help but look through it, gazing at the Earth wishfully. "We're not allowed. They can't afford the insurance. I just wanted to try it, just once. I used to watch the ships heading off to the stars and I always dreamt of..." She smiled faintly, remembering what she used to do as a young girl before shaking her head. "It sounds daft."
"Exactly like my brother." Braxiatel commented, looking through the window and Astrid looked at him surprised. "He always dreamt of another sky, another sun. New air, new life with a whole universe teeming with life. He could never stand still when he had all that life out there." He looked at her. "You wish for the same thing."
Astrid shook away her daydream before looking at the couple. "So...do you both travel a lot?"
Romana smiled. "All the time. We try and do it for fun but sometimes...sometimes it never quite works out."
"Must be rich though."
Braxiatel smirked. "We haven't got a single penny." He lowered his voice to a whisper. "We're stowaways."
Astrid looked shocked. "Kidding."
"Trust me, my suitor rarely jokes." Romana told her with a faint smile and Astrid knew she was right.
"How did you three get on board?!"
"By accident truth be told." Romana replied. "We were rebuilding our ship when Braxiatel-" She gave him a pointed glare and he merely looked sheepish. "Left the defences down. The Titanic bumped into our craft and we decided we all needed a holiday so here we are."
"I should report you all."
"Go on then." She shrugged, looking unfazed. She doubted the girl would.
Astrid grinned, liking the couple a lot before she glanced around before looking back at them. "I'll get you two a drink." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "On the house." She winked at them before walking past a group of first-class passengers who were laughing and pointing at a heavyset couple who were dressed in purple country-western outfits and were sitting and eating.
"Just ignore 'em." The man told his wife who looked rather upset.
The Time-Lord's walked over to the couple, Romana holding her daughter's toy as she had let go of it as she slept. She would be devastated if something happened to Mr Snuffles as it was her favourite toy. "Something has tickled them." Braxiatel commented to the couple. "Do you mind if we sit?"
The woman gestured towards the chairs, not minding as Braxiatel pulled out a chair for Romana and she sat down, smiling broadly up at him as Braxiatel sat down beside her. "They told us it was fancy dress. Very funny, I'm sure."
The man leaned over, eating some ribs. "They're just pickin' on us because we haven't paid. We won our tickets in a competition."
The woman nodded in agreement. "I had to name the five husbands of Joofie Crystalle in "By the Light of the Asteroid." Did you ever watch..."
Romana looked at them blankly for she rarely got to watch television but Braxiatel looked thoughtful. "Didn't they have twins in the show at one point?"
The woman laughed, looking delighted. "That's it. Oh, it's marvellous."
"Probably not good enough for that lot." The man indicated towards the laughing crowd. "They think we should be in steerage."
"How rude of them. Don't you think it's time to put them in their place?" Romana asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes and she held out her sonic screwdriver at his side and aimed behind her. The champagne on the table with the laughing passengers popped it's cork, spraying all over at the table. Braxiatel chuckled, kissing Romana on the cheek approvingly. Romana would not stand for bullying, no matter the species. Back on Gallifrey when she allowed aliens on their planet, her people would often bully the lower species and the different species would then turn in on each other. That wasn't what Romana wanted her policy to be about. Not about bullying but about Gallifrey uniting with all the other temporal powers who would use time-travel secrets wisely when they were given the chance.
The couple in front of them gazed at them in awe. "Did-did you do that?" The woman asked in awe, her smile returning.
"Maybe." Romana smirked mischievously.
The couple laughed delightedly. "We like you both." The woman commented cheerily, clapping in appreciation.
"We do." The man nodded in agreement and he held out his hand and Braxiatel shook it as well as Romana. "I'm Morvin Van Hoff." He told them, shaking their hands. "This is my good woman, Foon."
"My name is Irving Braxiatel, but please, call me Braxiatel." Braxiatel commented, helping himself to a glass of whiskey. He hasn't had a drink of whiskey in a whole year. He deserved this one after everything he has been through.
"I'm Lady Romanadvoratrelundar but please, you are more than welcome to call me Romana and this is our daughter, Thyra." Romana told them, indicating towards their sleeping daughter who squirmed slightly before resting back to normal.
"She's beautiful! How old is she?" Foon asked as she leaned over to gaze at her with interest.
"Only two days old. She's our little miracle." Romana smiled fondly at her daughter, gazing at her.
"Congratulations! Help yourself to buffalo wings. They must be enormous, these buffalos, so many wings." Foon commented, making Braxiatel look at her in amusement. These people really didn't know anything about human history or their culture didn't they?
Romana did, biting into a buffalo wing. "Oh, I haven't eaten properly in a whole year!" And she hadn't. This was the first decent meal she has had. The Master would normally give her his left overs and even then that was rarely and always little and to be finally eating proper food once more, it felt good.
"It does." Braxiatel commented in agreement, helping himself. "The Master really didn't keep up his hospitality rates did he?" He asked Romana who grimaced before shaking her head.
Morvin looked at them confused. "What do you mean, you haven't eaten properly in a whole year?"
Braxiatel was about to reply but the PA on the computer disrupted their talk. "Attention please. Shore leave tickets Red 6-7 now activated. Red 6-7."
Foon took out her and her husbands tickets. "Red 6-7. That's us." She stood up, beaming before looking at the Time family. "Are you Red 6-7?"
Romana and Braxiatel looked at each other, finishing off their meal. "Shall we?" Braxiatel suggested, downing his glass of whiskey.
"Might as well. So long nothing dangerous happens." Romana commented as she put away Mr Snuffles in her coat pocket and stood up.
Morvin beamed at them. "We're going to Earth."
They followed Morvin and Foon who led them back into the reception where an elderly man who was dressed in a tweed suit was holding up a red sign bearing 6-7. Thyra started to squirm once more and Romana whispered her gentle lullabies in Gallifreyian to help calm her daughter in her sleep. "Red 6-7. Red 6-7. This way, fast as you can." The man shouted and the Van Hoffs rushed over, the Time Family approaching just as Astrid walked up behind them, their champagne drinks on her tray.
"I got you two your drinks." Astrid grinned, not noticing where they were heading.
"And we are giving you an early Christmas gift. Follow us." Romana grabbed her spare hand as Braxiatel took the tray from her and set it on the table.
"Red 6-7 departing shortly." The elderly man announced.
Braxiatel held up his psychic paper. "Red 6-7 for myself, my partner and daughter and plus one." He quickly puts it away, indicating towards the ladies.
The old man merely nodded. "Uh, quickly, sir, ladies and please take four teleport bracelets if you would. And one for the child." The steward handed them the teleport bracelets and Romana carefully put one on the sleeping Thyra before putting one on herself.
Astrid put one on and she whispered to the Time-Lord's. "I'll get the sack!" But she couldn't help but feel giddy about this whole ordeal. So long none of the stewards saw her leave, then that was all that mattered. But she couldn't believe it. She was actually going to a different planet!
"Brand new sky." Braxiatel smirked and Astrid couldn't help but beam at them.
"To repeat, I am Mr Copper, the ship's historian and I shall be taking you to old London town in the country of U.K. Ruled over by good King Wenceslas."Braxiatel raised an eyebrow. "Now human beings worshipped the great god Santa, a creature with fearsome claws, and his wife Mary. And every Christmas Eve the people of the U.K go to war with the country of Turkey. They then eat the Turkey people for Christmas dinner...like savages." Mr Cooper explained.
Romana face-palmed. "I'm sorry sir, but where did you get all this information from?" Romana asked snottily.
The man shifted uneasily, not liking her piercing gaze. "Well, I have a first class degree in Earthonomics. Now stand by-"
Braxiatel leaned into Romana. "He's lying."
"I gathered as much. The Doctor would surely be rolling around in his grave with laughter by now at the incorrect information. King Wenceslas? Are they having a laugh?" She scoffed.
"And me! And me! Red 6-7!" A high pitch voice shouted as a small red alien pushed his way through the crowd, holding out his card.
Mr Copper handed him his bracelet. "Well, take a bracelet, sir?"
"Oh dear. The humans are going to cause a riot when we get to Earth." Romana whispered to Braxiatel who chuckled. "Then the government will be involved and they'll find a way to blame us. Not to mention it's Christmas Eve so the streets will be packed with last minute shoppers-" The group was teleported down to Earth only to arrive at an empty street. Romana and Braxiatel gazed around, frowning as they realized how quiet it was. "Oh."
"Now, spending money-I have a credit card in Earth currency if you want to by trinkets or uh, stockings or the local delicacy which is known as 'beef' but don't stray too far, it could be dangerous. Any day now they start boxing." Copper warmed them and Braxiatel shook his head at the incorrect information, having the urge to correct him.
Thyra began to fuss, awakened by the sudden teleport movement and she wriggled. "Oh, I'm sorry Thyra. Did we awake you?" Romana soothed, kissing her daughter on her head as Thyra squirmed.
"Why are the streets not full? Something is terribly wrong here." Braxiatel commented, gazing around. Why were the streets empty? Shouldn't they be full of last minute shoppers? Where was everyone?
"But it's beautiful." Astrid breathed in awe, not believing her eyes. She couldn't believe it. Her dream has come true! She was standing on a different planet. Breathing in different air and smells and oh, it was marvellous!
"It's just an old London street. There are far more beautiful places in the world." Romana commented, trying to stop Thyra from fussing so much. "You should try Paris. Paris is lovely in the autumn."
"But it's a different planet. I'm standing on a different planet. Th-there's concrete...and shops, alien shops, real alien shops!" Astrid looked up and pointed towards the night sky. "Look, no stars in the sky. And it smells. It stinks!" She gasped, doing a happy dance. "This is amazing! Thank you!" She hugged Braxiatel who looked startled at her sudden movement before carefully throwing her arms around Romana who got Thyra out of her wrap, ready to burp her before she went off and explored.
Romana placed Thyra's chin on her shoulder and began to pat her back gently, trying to burp her daughter."Something is wrong about all. I can feel it." Romana commented dryly before fixing her daughter's red cap. "Where is everyone?"
"I don't know. Let's find out." He and Romana walked across the street to a newsagent's booth where inside was an elderly gentlemen that was bundled up in winter's clothes. "Evening. We're very new to London. Could you tell me...where is everyone?" He asked as Thyra began to burp, Romana grimacing slightly at the slight mess her daughter has made.
"Oh-ho! Scared!" The man replied, cheerful.
"Of what exactly?" Romana couldn't help but ask as she put Thyra back in her wrap.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Where have you been living? London at Christmas? Not safe is it?"
Braxiatel looked at Romana. "I guess our reputation at Christmas hasn't been too pleasant over the last few years." He mused.
"Well, it's all them to blame." The old man pointed up towards the sky. "Look, Christmas before last we had that big bloody spaceship-" Braxiatel looked down at the hand that regrew itself consciously. "Everyone standing on the roof. And then last year, we had that great big Christmas star spaceship that was just hovering in the sky and drained all the Thames! This year, Lord knows what. So everybody's scarpered, gone to the country. All except me...and her Majesty." He stood proudly and looked at the T.V as the news showed the Buckingham Palace.
"Her Majesty the Queen has confirmed that she will be staying in Buckingham Palace throughout the festive season to show the people of London and the world, that there's nothing to fear." The news reporter announced.
The old man saluted. "God bless her. We stand vigil!"
"Where's Mr Snuffles?!" Thyra cried, looking around in alarm and wanting to know where her favourite teddy was and the man blinked in surprised. Surprised at the fact what appeared to be a baby could talk like a young child.
"He's here." Romana cooed and she got out the flubble toy and handed it to Thyra whose face brightened as Romana handed it to her. "What do you say to mummy?"
"Thank you Mother." Thyra beamed and she gave her mother a wet kiss on the cheek, Romana feeling pleased with herself.
Braxiatel smiled fondly at his small family before turning back to the elderly gentlemen who gawked at them. "Between us three, you have to admit that the Queen has better sense than a lot of these people do in London. I promise you, this year you will have nothing to worry about." Suddenly, they were all teleported back to the Titanic and Braxiatel sighed. "Ah. Problem with the maintenance?" He enquired to Mr Copper just as Thyra began to feel sick and the stewards rushed to help Romana clean up her mess.
"Poor thing. You couldn't take the teleport for the second time could you?" Romana asked her daughter, cleaning around her mouth with a napkin as she and the stewards cleaned up Thyra's mess. "I'm so sorry about the mess." She told the stewards sincerely.
"Yes, I'm sorry about the sudden teleport activation. A bit of a problem. If I could have your bracelets back-" Mr Copper began as Romana gently took the bracelet off her daughter and hers off but noticed Braxiatel slipping his into his pocket and he gave her a wink, making her look amused.
The Chief Steward went over to them. "Apologies, ladies and gentlemen, children and Bannakaffalatta. We seem to have suffered a slight power fluctuation. If you'd like to return to the festivities. And on behalf of Max Capricorn Cruise-liners, free drinks will be provided. And to the couple with the young child, I am terribly sorry for the in convince." The ticket holders began to depart and Romana began to clear herself up after her daughter has been sick.
"Sorry mummy," Thyra replied sickly, burying her head into her mother's neck. She felt so sick after travelling through that method and so very suddenly. She wished Auntie TARDIS was with her. She loved Auntie TARDIS method of transport much better and the way that she would send holographic stars in her nursery always helped her to calm her down.
Romana kissed her on top of her head. "You have nothing to be sorry for my dear. Travelling long distances without a TARDIS can be very uncomfortable and you are still so young. It is only to be expected. You did very well on your first teleportation trip my dear."
Astrid came up to them, grinning from ear to ear. "That was the best, the best!" She told them sincerely before going back to her work. She couldn't stop smiling, not able to believe what has happened. All her life she has wished for that and her dream came true all thanks to the kindness of the strange couple. She didn't know how to repay them.
Braxiatel helped Romana put Thyra back in her wrap once more, checking to make sure Thyra was okay and he handed her Mr Snuffles and she began to play with his many legs before they walked over to the Chief Steward. Braxiatel with his hands in his pockets. "What sort of power fluctuations?" He asked and the Steward stared at him.
"Nothing. Just something wrong with the computer that is all. Now if you excuse me, I have duties I need to attend to." He quickly brushed past them.
Romana bit her lip. "I have a bad feeling about this Brax. Something is not right. This ship is named Titanic for a reason yet these people don't know why it's named the Titanic. Mr Copper has got his Earth history completely wrong, I almost felt embarrassed and ashamed." She shook her head as they walked over to a framed screen showing a video loop of Max Capricorn. "Although, I have to ask...why did you take that teleport bracelet?"
Braxiatel shrugged. "I might tinker with it back on the TARDIS when I get bored." He replied and he took out his sonic pen, silencing the video clip of Max Capricorn before he opened the frame and changes some settings. "You know me Romana. I'm always up to something." He replied and Romana glanced around their surroundings, making sure they weren't being watched and she put her fingers on her lips to indicate for Thyra to stay silent and Thyra looked at her with interest, wondering if it was a game they were playing. Braxiatel turned the computer back towards them and they saw that the shields were offline and Romana quickly glanced at the window to see meteors approaching.
"Brax!" Romana cried, protecting her daughter. "Brax, we need to do something!"
Braxiatel sent the emergency signal straight to the bridge and he spoke over the comm. "Is that the bridge? Myself and my suitor need to talk to the captain. You have got a meteoroid storm coming in West 0 by North 2 and you're shields are down."
"Who is this?" The Captain replied.
"Someone intelligent. I have a two day year old daughter with me sir and you have a storm of meteoroids coming straight for us! What sort of Captain puts his shields down on a cruise ship? Check your scanners!"
"You have no authorization. You will clear the comms at once."
Romana stormed over to the comms, looking furious. "Are you serious? You're asking for suicide! I will not put my daughter at risk. Look at the starboard Captain. That is an order!" Suddenly, four stewards came and dragged Romana out, causing Thyra to cry in alarm at the sudden harshness and the way that Braxiatel was struggling against against the stewards grip.
"Come with me, sir, ma'am." The chief steward told them sternly over Thyra's loud cries.
"Brax! Do something!" Romana cried as she struggled against the stewards grip.
"You have to listen to us!" Braxiatel snapped, looking into the steward's eyes, slowly hypnotizing him. "You are all in danger. Your shields are down and you've got a rock storm that are heading straight towards this ship and I will not put my daughter in any sort of danger like that!" He broke his grip and he looked at Romana who nodded at him and he rushed over to the stage where the band was playing. "Everyone, this is an emergency. The shields on board this ship are down. You have to get to the lifeboat-" A host covers Braxiatel's mouth and Thyra began to cry even louder as the host pulled him away. Astrid, the Van Hoffs and Bannakaffalatta looking at them in surprise and they looked concerned towards Thyra who was crying loudly.
Romana, Braxiatel and Thyra were being taken out of the room by force this time. They passed a small gathering and Romana spun her head wildly, seeing the passenger that was rude to Astrid from before, hoping he'll listen to her. "Look out of the windows. You are all in danger!"
Astrid, the Van Hoffs and Bannakaffalatta all looked out of the window. "The couple, friends." Bannakaffalatta announced and they all followed them.
"Please trust me. I can't put my daughter in any danger! She's only two days old. If you don't believe us, check the shields!" Romana snapped, Thyra's cries were getting worse at the distress that her parents were in and she cuddled Mr Snuffles tightly.
"Sir, I can vouch for them!" Astrid told them. They took her to another planet. It was the least she could do to repay them and to see Thyra in such distress, it broke her heart.
"Look, Steward; they've just had a bit too much to drink-" Morvin began and Braxiatel raised an eyebrow at his excuse and Morvin merely shrugged. It was the only excuse he could think of at that moment and he did notice Braxiatel having one of his whiskeys earlier.
Mr Copper walked up to them, not noticing the distress the Time family were in. "Sir, something seems to have gone wrong. All the teleports are down."
"Not now!" The Chief Steward snapped before turning to Romana, feeling a headache coming on. "And tell your daughter to be quiet!" This only caused Thyra to cry even more.
Romana slapped him around the face. "How dare you tell me to quieten my daughter when we're only trying to help you! The Captain of this ship has your shields down and you are all in very grave danger. We are all going to get killed if we don't do something about it!"
Suddenly, the man that was rude to Astrid before came up behind them, looking at them with a serious expression. "Oi! Steward! I'm telling you, the shields are down!"
"You see!" Braxiatel spat, breaking free from the stewards grip and he moved towards Romana protectively. "Listen to him! I will not allow my daughter to put in danger. I will not be causing a scene like this unless it was-" Suddenly the meteoroids struck the side of the ship and everyone throughout the ship was thrown to the floor. Braxiatel quickly protected Romana and his daughter as they were thrown about to the floor, Thyra's wails getting louder and louder and she clutched onto her teddy as much as she could for comfort as they were being thrown around, the people in the room were screaming all around them.
As suddenly as it had started, the meteoroids stopped. Braxiatel was the first to stand, Thyra whimpering loudly as she could cry no more and he shushed everyone as he cocked his head to the side, listening patiently for any more meteoroids that may come their way. "It's stopping." He breathed as the Titanic creaked and groaned. "It's stopped."