The Doctor started past me but I grabbed his sleeve. "Doctor, I think it's a trap."

He looked at me for a moment, glanced at his screwdriver, then shut it off. "Right…. That would explain… well, a lot."

"And the other you's TARDIS. It's gone too."

He looked intensely at me for a moment, but his focus wasn't on me. He was thinking. I looked at Sam, and he looked just as confused as I felt.

When the Doctor moved, it was a sudden, swift turn. He smacked himself in the forehead with the hand holding the screwdriver. "Oh, my GOD, I'm brilliant!"

I was hesitant to interrupt. "…Doctor?"

"Liza, I know where they are!" He grabbed me by the shoulders, his grin nearly splitting his face in two. "They're all safe! Both of you, follow me!"

We all ran to the other Doctor's TARDIS—the one I'd arrived in—and he shut the door.

"There were actually two distress signals, overlapping, but I thought my screwdriver was just going nutty." He started around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers. "In reality, one of the signals was probably a trap set by the Master, in which case I would have been the only me to fall for it, as I'm the only one left."

"Sorry," Sam said, "I'm not following."

I nodded and jabbed a thumb in Sam's direction. "Yeah, I'm with him."

"The first time I came here was traumatizing; I did mention that, didn't I?" The Doctor pulled me to the console and pressed my hand on a button. "Don't let go of that till I say so." He went to the opposite side and started typing. "I was a little too eager and was leaning over the rails when the Titanic hit iceberg. I landed on the iceberg and… sent out a distress call." He grinned and flipped a switch. "Now, Eliza!" I let go.

The Doctor dashed out the door as soon as we'd landed. I peeked out the door. We had landed on the iceberg. Before I could get a good look at the Titanic, the Doctor pushed his way in with a dark-haired, older-looking man who I had to assume was the Doctor at some other, younger regeneration.

As he—the younger Doctor—settled himself into a chair, he glanced at his older self—who was back at the console—and said, "Nice bow tie." After glancing around, he added, "I can't say the same about the redecorating though."

"That wasn't me," the other Doctor replied. "Not for a while, anyway."

"My word!" the iceberg Doctor said, turning to me. "How many of us are there?"

I bit my lip. "Four."

"Wait," he said, looking worried, "you're not…?"

I shook my head and grinned. "No, I'm Eliza. This is Sam. We haven't picked up the other two yet."

Sam shook his head and sat down by the Doctor, pressing his face into his hands. "My head hurts."

"Mine too," I admitted. I almost sat down in the third seat, but the Doctor needed me to hold down another button.

We picked up the Doctor, Benny, and Ace from the upper decks, supposedly minutes after I'd left them, and then we picked up the Doctor I'd arrived with—he had been snooping around the fourth smokestack again. Apparently that was where the fake distress signal was coming from.

When he got in, the eleventh Doctor was momentarily speechless. Then… "Ginger!" He covered his mouth, but everyone could tell that he was grinning. He muttered to himself as he was joined by the thirteenth Doctor at the console. They dropped off the second Doctor first, near his TARDIS. Then they dropped off the seventh Doctor and his companions—a little before they realized the TARDIS had disappeared, which was why it had "disappeared" in the first place.

Then the eleventh Doctor found his TARDIS and left us to drop off Sam, who was looking like he'd seen a lifetime in the space of an hour.