Hello! I just posted a one shot with Meta and Ryder. "Forgive Thanks." So if you're interested, go check it out. Happy Thanksgiving Americans!

Kazran stands there looking lost. Meta steps forward. "You!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He responds with sadness.

"All my life, I've been called heartless. My other life, my real life, the one you and your ghost rewrote. Now look at me."

"Better a broken heart than no heart at all."

"Oh, try it. You try it. Why are you here?"

Meta straightens up. "Because I'm not finished with you yet. You've seen the past, the present...and now you need to see the future."

"Fine! Do it! Show me! I'll die cold, alone and afraid…" I step back into the our TARDIS and head to the past. I have a little boy to pick up.

I land his bedroom and step out where we can see me. He sits up in his bed and looks at me with wide eyes. "Who are you?"

I smile softly. "I'm Drift. I'm a friend of the Doctor's."

"My new baby sitter?"

I chuckle slightly. "Yes." I reach my hand out to me. "There's something I want to show you. It's important. Tell me," I lean in closer and lower my voice. "Do you want to save someone important."

His trusting child eyes crinkle at the edges where he smiles. "Yeah."

"Come on." He takes my hand and I lead him to the red phone booth.

"It's like the Doctors!" he exclaims.

"Yes it is. Now hold on to something. Things are about to get interesting." The trip isn't long and when it's over I lead him to the door.

His eyes widen as he watches the old man yell at the Professor. "Who is he?"

I place a hand on his shoulder. "You. He's what you become if you forget."

"Forget what?"

"What it's like to dream. To have courage and be kind."

He looks back and him and I make my way forward as the older version continues where I left off before. "Of course I will, we all do! What difference does showing me make? Do you know why I'm going to let those people die? It's not a plan. I don't get anything from it. It's just that I don't care. I'm not like you. I don't even want to be like you! I don't and never, ever will care!"

"And I don't believe that," I say with certainty.

"Who are you?"

I smirk. "I'm the ghost of Christmas future."

Meta nodds. "I did say three ghosts."

Kazran Sardick spits at me, "Then show me the future. Prove me wrong."

"I am showing it to you. I'm showing it to you right now. So what do you think?" I turn and reveal the young boy that he used to be. "Is this who you want to become, Kazran?"

They slowly walk toward each other. "Dad?"

The old Kazran drops his cane and lifts his hand to strike his younger self. But he stops himself. As he remembers his father I can tell. And then he starts to cry. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." His younger self backs away. "It's OK, don't be frightened." He puts his hands on the boy's shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I'm...I'm so, so, so…"

Meta speaks up. "Kazran. We don't have much time."

We all rush up the stairs and my nephew joins us. "Doctor," the Kazrans say together.

"Hello boys." He turns to a screen and sends a message to the ship. "Hello, hello! Ah, hello, everyone. Prepare to lock onto my signal."

"Doctor, what's happening?" Amy shouts.

"I just saved Christmas. Don't go away." He switches it off.

Kazran attempts to use the control panel. "We good to go, then?" Meta asks.

"The controls won't respond."

"They're isomorphic, tuned to your brainwaves, they'll only respond to you," the Doctor says.

"They won't," he repeats.

"That doesn't make sense, why wouldn't.." He turns to me. "Oh! Oh, of course. Stupid, stupid Doctor!" I nod at him. I seriously hate keeping secrets. But Kazran needed to be changed.

"What's wrong? Tell me, what is it, what...?" Kazran begs.

Meta begins to understand. "It's you. We've changed you too much, the machine doesn't recognise you."

"But my father programmed it…"

I step in. "He would never have programmed it for the man you are now."

"Then what do we do?"

I look at Kazran. "Didn't you keep it?"

"Yes!" He pulls out the old screwdriver. "You can use this! I did keep it, see?"

"What, half a screwdriver? With the other half up in the sky in a big old shark, right in the heart of the cloud layer. We use your aerial to boost the signal, set up a resonation pattern between the two halves...That would work! My screwdriver, coolest bit of kit on this planet. Could do it," the Doctor rambles. Like father like son I suppose.

"Do what?"

"My screwdriver is still trying to repair. It's signalling itself. We use the signal, but we send something else."

"Send what?" The boy asks.

I place my hand on his shoulders. "I'm sorry, Kazran. I truly am."

"I don't understand."

I take a deep breath. "We need to send something into the cloud belt, something we know works. We need her to sing."