"You're going to need to grab onto something." The Doctor advised. "The TARDIS won't want to go back to the war, so she'll probably try to fight it. It might get a bit rough."

Hermione grabbed hold of the railing that bordered the edge of the control room and clung on tight. "You ready?" the Doctor asked. She nodded tightly.

The Doctor slammed his hand down onto the control panel, and they were off.

The TARDIS lurched from side to side and began to shudder. Hermione cried out in fear and the Doctor ran from side to side, pressing buttons and pulling levers, trying to stabilize the craft. "Come on, come on…" he muttered.

A few long seconds later, the shuddering abruptly stopped. In the deafening silence that followed, the Doctor looked around. "You okay?" he asked the young witch. She nodded again. "Well then," he continued, "Let's go and see where exactly we've landed."

The Time Lord walked to the door slowly, almost reluctantly, and took hold of the handle. Hermione wen to join him. Together they pushed open the doors to reveal the shining landscape of Gallifrey.

Gallifrey was beautiful. There was no other word for it.

The sky was a deep orange colour, as if the sun were perpetually setting across the alien sky. The TARDIS was sitting in a tremendous valley lined with snow-capped mountains that shimmered in the sun. The grass was a majestic shade of red and the air smelled of citrus and apple blossom. In the distance sat a huge citadel encased in a massive glass globe. Hermione could just make out the tiny figures of people dressed in red robes walking around inside.

The Doctor sighed in pure bliss. "It's good to be home," he whispered.

A voice broke the silence behind them. "Doctor?" They both turned quickly in shock to see an elderly lady in the same red robes as the figures in the distant city. She was gazing at them in wonder. "It's really you," she whispered. "You finally came back."

The Doctor fell silent for a minute before uttering one word.

"Mum?"