After The Doctor fixed the fluid link the lights inside the Tardis brightened, causing it's exterior to glow. From the outside it looked like a giant had placed a funny blue lantern in the tree. The Doctor worried that this might attract the pirates if they saw the light through the woods, so he rerouted the extra power to the fabrication dispenser to speed the creation of the sonic screwdriver.

"Now it should take less than half the time," The Doctor said. "Let's go find the others."

The threesome marched into the woods with a new confidence that their escape was near, all the while keeping a sharp eye on the shadows now growing around them. The sun was almost gone now, but the flaming orange sky was enough to light their way for another hour. As they approached the crack that the others were watching, they noticed a strange white light getting bigger and bigger. Tootles and the Twins were cowering behind a nearby tree.

"Doctor!" Tootles ran to meet him. "The crack … it's opening."

"Twins," The Doctor called, "Step away from the light. Some cracks can be dangerous."

"Doctor, what do you mean 'dangerous'?"

"Don't worry, the one is your bedroom was probably safe," The Doctor assured Amy.

"Probably?!"

"It didn't even glow until I opened it. At the most it gave you strange dreams."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely," The Doctor lied.

"How come you know so much about these?" Nibs asked.

"I've encountered them before."

"Oh."

The crack was wide enough now that they could see colors through it. It was either late at night on the other side, or the crack was blocking the sun, because it was dark in the room before them.

One bed lay in the middle of the room, with a nightstand on the righthand side. A bookshelf lined the wall to the onlookers' left, and a door leading out was on the right. Next to that door was a dressing table, with jewelry boxes stacked neatly on top. The time period was difficult for The Doctor to guess at first, but as soon as the girl to whom the room belonged to entered he could plainly see that it was the 1950s.

"Good Lord!" the young lady gasped. "There's a forest in my window."

"Actually, there's a crack leading to a forest in front of your window, miss…?" said The Doctor.

"My name's Wendy," she breathed. "What's going on?"

"A crack in space and time has opened up in front of your window, and as a result your bedroom is now connected to another planet," The Doctor explained.

"That's dreadful!" the troubled girl moaned. "How do we close it?"

"I'm afraid it can't be closed just yet. You'll have to wait."

"I'm not staying in this dratted room," Wendy protested. "Wild beasts could climb right through that hole, and I'd be eaten! You seem to know what's going on, so I'm staying with you."

There was nothing The Doctor could do to stop the determined girl from coming through the rift. He even tried sticking his head through and shouting lame excuses like: 'It's much worse through here, rabid panthers are everywhere!' and when that didn't work: 'Have you ever seen a panther? They're terrifying!'

"Actually, I have seen panthers before and I doubt that I'll be safer alone in that room, mister…?"

"Doctor. I'm The Doctor."

"That doesn't answer my question," Wendy frowned.

"Yes it does," The Doctor replied in a matter-of-fact manner. "My name is The Doctor."

"That's rather a short name, isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose it is, but it makes it easier for you to call me."

"Doctor, were you flirting with Wendy?"

"Amy, please stop interrupting."

"No," Amy refused. She glared at The Doctor, silently demanding an answer.

"Fine. I wasn't flirting. I was simply explaining truthfully the benefits of a short name."

"Why would you want her to call you? She's so annoyingly persistent."

"You're one to talk."

The crack began to close behind Wendy, and she turned with a start.

"What's it doing?" she asked worriedly.

"It's narrowing," The Doctor replied, "but don't worry, it won't close all the way until you're back on the other side.

"How will I get through there?"

The crack had narrowed to the sliver it had been when The Doctor and the boys first found it.

"I have a device that will reopen it. It should be ready in half an hour."

The group headed back to the Tardis.

"So what sort of device?" Wendy asked as they walked.

"It's called a sonic. It operates with sound," The Doctor explained. "If I put it on the right setting, it should open the crack for a few minutes."

"Would the crack be able to reopen?"

"No," The Doctor reassured her. "Once it shuts back, it's gone forever."

"So I better get through in those few minutes, eh?"

"Basically."

"Where am I, exactly? What are these boys doing here?"

"The crack in your bedroom wasn't the only one. Several other cracks converged on the island, each leading to a different point in time and space. These boys are from Victorian London."

"Why do all the cracks meet here?"

The Doctor stopped walking.

"What did you say?" he asked.