The Doctor looked at his daughter, confused at first. Then he understood. She was talking about the Trolls on the planet Hybole 3. [Author's note: This is pronounced HY-buh-lee THREE and is not a planet on the show. I came up with it. -LMD] He grinned. "Shall we go, then? What do you think, Snow?" Snow squealed in delight. "I would love to go!"
"Well then, let's go to the main room of the TARDIS so we can get going!" Lona strode quickly out of the room. If her memory of her childhood on Gallifrey served her, she knew exactly where she was and how to get to where she was going. Taking Snow's hand, the Doctor followed his daughter out of the room. She'd practically grown up in this TARDIS, so he didn't need to take the lead. Snow looked up at the Doctor. "Doctor, I have a question." The Doctor smiled at Snow. "Snow, I have an answer."
"What's your favourite food?" Snow asked. The Doctor laughed. Of all the questions he might have expected of a ten-year-old shortly after an experience like this, 'what's your favourite food' was not one. Then again, Snow was hardly your average ten-year-old. "You know, I haven't put much thought into it. I used to like taking fish fingers and dipping them in custard..." he said. Snow put a finger on her chin. "Really? I've never had that before. I like snow cones!" She cheered. "Aunty Maddy is afraid of them though. She says if I'm not careful, penguins will jump out of them and eat my soul!"
The Doctor laughed. "I thought we'd already established that penguins don't eat people's souls! Plus, they're too big to fit into a snow cone; they're a bit shorter than you are." They walked into the console room, where Lona was perched on a rail above the console. She grinned. "Hi, Dad, Snow. Before you ask, I'm not entirely sure how I got up here." She hopped down, landing on the metal floor almost silently, with all the grace of a cat. Straightening up, she said, "So! To Hybole 3, then!"
She and the Doctor positioned themselves on either side of the TARDIS console, wordlessly agreeing to each take half the controls. The Doctor assumed that this would be a somewhat smoother ride than usual, since he now had one more pilot. The TARDIS was supposed to be flown by six pilots, but that had only happened once, at the Medusa Cascade, back in his tenth regeneration. Now there were two people in the TARDIS who knew how to fly it, so they could each operate half of the controls. He plugged in the coordinates and pulled a lever. Lona pressed a few buttons; he pulled and pushed at a pump. She flipped a switch and spun a dial, and they were off!
"Snow, you might want to hold on to something!" Lona called. She and the Doctor just stood with light grips on two of the posts surrounding the console. They'd flown in the TARDIS thousands of times; they could balance with practiced ease.