Jedediah sat looking silently out the window at the stars. He held in his hands a tiny cup, which he'd fashioned out of a piece of some foil-like substance, which held some flavored water River gave him. He sighed and cast a glance over his shoulder at the chair Larry sat in, looking so old and tired. After everyone had met, Larry had decided to just sit and ignore the situation, almost as if he was purposefully trying to forget something. Just what the cowboy didn't know.

"Jedediah?" Came Octavius' voice form behind him.

"What?" Jedediah replied, without turning around.

The Roman slowly made his way over to his friend, casting a swift glance at Larry before sitting down.

"You sound angry," He commented, looking at the cowboy out of the corner of his eye."Why?"

"I'm tired." Replied Jedediah simply, looking down to his cup. "That's all."

"Ah," Octavius said, nodding once. "You are a grump when you are tired. Striking fear into many hearts if one disturbs you."

The cowboy punched the tunic sleeved shoulder, before allowing himself a small chuckle. It was good to have Octavius back. Still, though, there was so much he wanted to say….

"So, why are you upset?" Octavius asked after a while.

Jedediah sighed, and looked at the sleeping form of Larry.

"First thing's first." He said. "What's happened? To Gigantor?"

The Roman was silent. He didn't know how much he could say. How much he should say. How much he would say. It might not be safe for his friend to know all he had seen. It could strike a fear into his heart, or start some paradox or something. When traveling with the Doctor, such things were almost a daily.

"He...lost, some things."

"Like?" Jedediah questioned further. When Octavius didn't answer, he leaned in closer to him, looking into his eyes. Those dark brown eyes which held so much of so many things. The eyes that he could feel when looked at, and he felt safe in their gaze. But right now, the eyes he had grown to trust were haunted.

Octavius sighed deeply, folding his hands in his lap.

"When I died," He began, taking a deep breath. "When I died, I ended up in the Underworld."

Jedediah gasped, and went to speak, but was silenced when the Roman raised his hand.

"I know what you are going to say. It was not your fault. please, do not say it was. Taking the blame shall not help us now." Once he was sure his friend would be silent, he continued. "Kahmunrah was there. He took me. I was forced to work for him. At first I disobeyed. I would rather die than work for that villainous barbarian. But I was already dead, so I felt it would not matter. But, I was wrong." Octavius paused, and looked up at the cowboy. "He has something powerful on his side. More powerful than the Daleks. More powerful than the TARDIS. More powerful,I fear, than the Tablet."

Jedediah couldn't help but shiver at the wave of fear that swept through him. "More powerful than the Tablet?

"I was tired, Jedediah. Tired of being forced to work for , I attempted to rebel. That is when I found out what he was capable of. He has a device, a power, a...thing, with its own consciousness, that he can use to completely erase people, animals, any living thing from ever existing."

"Any...anything?" Jedediah asked, with a tremble in his voice.

Octavius nodded wearily.

"It is called, The Great Intelligence. I met it, while trapped. I saw Kahmunrah talking to it. Planning with it. I snuck into the chamber it was held in after Kahmunrah left. There were souls, Jedediah, souls, swirling about it. On the walls, trapped in an endless circle. Men, women, children, animals! All of them! All of them…"

Octavius shook for a moment, not speaking until Jedediah gently put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I...I do not know for sure, but I recognized some of them. Some of the spirits. When I entered it knew who I was...it knew what I wanted."

"What did you want?" Jedediah asked.

"To go home. To our own time line. To the museum. To you. It...it made me make a deal."

The cowboy stiffened, his eyes narrowing but worry evident.

"What did you offer him, Octavius?" He said sternly. "What did you agree to?"

The Roman was silent for a moment, before looking down at his hands. "I swore to say nothing if he would let me go home."

Jedediah let out an exasperated sigh, and rose to his feet. "Idiot….idiot!" He yelled, throwing down his hat. He looked at Octavius with fierce anger sprung from fear. "You just told me everything! What will he do to you now!? What if he hurts you!" The cowboy grabbed the two ends of his cape. "WHAT IF HE TAKES YOU AWAY AGAIN!?"

"Jedediah, please!" Octavius yelled back, grasping his friend's arms. "You must calm down!"

"How!? How can I calm down?" Jedediah hissed.

"Jedediah listen. I do not believe he can hear me. I know we are safe for the time being. Now please! There is more you must know."

Jedediah took a deep breath, releasing his hold on his friend's cape. He took a shaky step back, looking down at his feet.

"'M sorry, Ockie…"

"No." Octavius said, putting both hands on the cowboy's shoulders. "I am sorry."

"Jus' don't wanna lose you again…."

"And you will not. Now listen. I have more to say."

Jedediah nodded and sat down, Octavius following.

"He kept his word and sent me back. Or so, I thought. Instead of sending me to our home, he sent me to what our future will be."

"Our...future?" Jedediah asked, glancing up. "Is it good?"

Octavius shook his head slowly. "No. It is far, far from good. I felt like I was home. But then I turned around. The museum. It was...it was burning. Burning down. All of the exhibits...all of the ones I cared for...they were all dead. All of humanity was dead.l The whole world, it seemed, was silent. There was no one left." The Roman turned to look at his friend, a solemn expression on his face, concealing his sadness. "I went into the wreckage. To look for someone. Anyone. Anyone who was still alive. I found you. You were trapped under the debris. The sun was rising. You were trapped by Kahmunrah. I tried to save you, Jedediah. I tried to help you but you did not see me there. And then...and then the sun rose…"

"Ockie…" Jedediah whispered, trying to sound comforting. He gave his friend a small hug. "None of that happened." He said, offering a small smile of reassurance. But on the inside, the fear he had felt when their conversation began had grown.

"But it will." Octavius insisted, his eyes shadowed with doubt. "It will happen if we do not stop Kahmunrah and the Intelligence."

"What can we do?" Jedediah sighed, rubbing his weary eyes. "We're just two miniatures, a woman and an old man."

"We need the Doctor." Octavius said. "We need to find him. He will know what to do. He always knows."

"But Gigantor don't seem ta' want the Doctor around." Jedediah pointed out, looking at the night guard. "Why is that?"

Octavius sighed, and rubbed his weary eyes. "When I was at the museum, Larry was the only one left. He was the one who told me I could not help you. He hates the Doctor now. He blames him for taking us away. For causing us to die. He blamed him for my death, for yours, and for all the exhibits." The Roman lowered his voice. "Nicky died in the invasion, and Ahkmenrah was taken away by Kahmunrah. He lost everyone. And he blamed the Doctor."

"So...all of us...all of humanity...will die?" Jedediah asked, gulping. "Oc-Ockie…?"

"I fear so." Octavius whispered, looking out at the stars. "We can only hope."

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"The portal to the Overworld is ready." Kahmunrah said, smiling wickedly.

"Good, pharaoh. It is almost time to begin."

"Right. And, the Doctor?"

The Intelligence was silent for a moment, before speaking. "His time is up."